Relfar Reinfeild

Real Name: Relfar Reinfeild
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: Umbra
Title: The Shadow
Alignment: Hero
Age: 24
Gender: M
Race: Human/Caucasian
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 226

Costume Description/Image:

The Umbra costume consists of a Black hoodie with a Small Gold "U" embroidered on the front pocket. There is a black leather scabbard sown into the back of the hoodie that contains a Double-edged sword. () The Double-edged sword is made of a high quality high carbon content steel making the metal look close to black. The fuller of the sword (The middle dip that strengthens the swords intergity) is inlaid with gold to accentuate the darkness of the metal. He wears two black leather gloves. The gloves have gold-dyed synthetic material fingertips, so as not to leave fingerprints, and gold embossed "U"'s on each hand. He also wears black cargo pants with a solid gold U belt buckle clasping a synthetic weave belt. He wears a normal black size 13 tennis shoe but switches and ditches brands each heist.

Personality:
Relfar, while acting as a well-born foreigner on his estate outside of Chicago, is a stuck up prick. Actually you could say that his public charity fund is his only outward redeeming quality.
Umbra is a cocky but straight-shooting Hero who values innocents and would stop at nothing to make sure that the greater good is served. This tends to get him into sticky situations seeing as he isn't the strongest or toughest super around.

History:
Born the son of an oil baron, Relfar grew up in the nicest house, that a white man owned, in all of India. Did he learn Hindu while he was abroad? No. Quite the opposite. He was raised to hate and despise all of the people around him that were different. Any thing he did learn was from the tutors that lived on the premises of his large amount of property. The sad part of the whole arrangement was that the person who his father taught him to hate the most was his half-brother. Rel's half brother was his father's progeny from his father's first marriage and was only a year older than Rel. The brother's black hair made him and Rel instant rivals. At eight, when swordplay became competitive though fencing, the two brothers constantly dueled each in any time away from their busy study schedule. Math, Art, English, Latin, Martial Arts, Strategy, Business, Family History, and Swordplay were ten hours of the day that were pre-devoted in a mandate issued by Father. Rel would have dinner with Father every other day and would have lessons in manners when he was not supping with his father.
At age twelve Rel was moved to England, where his had originated, and started Horsemanship, in place of the thoroughly covered Family History segment. When Rel became fourteen his brother arrived in England. While catching up over a fencing match Rel learned that his brother had not been taught horsemanship but instead had a triplet hour of business. This was because Father had informed him that he would be, as his first born, the inheritor of Father's company. This left Rel enraged. Rel felt he was cleaver to hide his rage and instead invited his brother to go on a nice little ride on horseback. His brother informed him he had no training in such matters, but Rel insisted it was easy. They went out on horseback by the gardens very slow talking about Father and matters of the company and how they liked each of the tutors.
Rel slowly led the horses down a path that led into a forested area. The brother was none the wiser that Rel was planning his downfall. When in the thick of the woods Rel motioned for the horses to stop. He informed his brother that he needed to relive himself. While pretending to piss Rel found a rock the perfect size for his purposes. After sneaking around to the other side of the road Rel hurled the rock spooking the horse. The horse ran off and fell just in time for Rel to retrace his steps and come running to his brother's aid, fly unzipped.
While his brother was in a coma Rel rethought all the things he had been taught by his father. This was his dying brother, and something, deep down, knew that his father was wrong and that Rel loved his brother. Rel's first heist was that night. Heist - to take or plunder. The things he happened to be taking were in fact his father's, but it was planned as a heist none the less. With the theft complete, Rel left home and took shelter at a renaissance fairs that happened to be close by. He apprenticed under the blacksmith as his body began to undergo changes. After four years as a blacksmith's apprentice he had enough free time and quick learning to forge his own sword. He then started as the fair's "Black Knight". After A year of jousting and swordplay he moved to France and joined a Parkour group. His father tracked his movements across the channel and had someone come for him in France. He fled to America on a new name and passport taking a lot of his father's wealth in trinkets with him. Eventually he was caught. Near Rel's nineteenth birthday death had caught up to his father and the lawyers had caught up to Rel. After buying property in Illinois, Rel bought the majority of stocks in his company as he made it public. A board of well adjusted non-psychotic businessmen now run the company leaving Rel to be a pompous British ass in America. While trying to Parkour on the buildings in Chicago, Rel stumbled upon a mugging taking place. In fact multiple crimes were stopped by a boy in a black hoodie. When asked who he was all he would say is, "Ego sum Umbra". While most newspapers are still calling him Umbra there are a few that have translated his message and simply call him The Shadow.

Powers:
INT made Items:
Sword
Belt?
Gloves?

Power Grid:
STR: 3
SPD: 5
END: 4
INT:5
EP: 0
FS: 5

Power Grid:


Character Image/Description:


(Just looked up blonde haired green eyed and found this hope that will be okay he looks right to me )


Roleplay Sample:

The leather made a distinct stretching sound when he put his gloves on. He flexed his hand and felt his fingertips. He pulled his belt from the closet and seamlessly ran the material through his belt loops. The belt was overtightened and clasped. The ruffles of the hoodie came down around his body until he stretched the material downward for a comfortable fit. The steel of his blade glided down it's scabbard. His gloved hands moved in harmony taking the folds of fabric and raised his hood.
Leverette Industies was a multi-million dollar company that pumped waste into the groundwater of the residents of multiple southern Illinois counties. Rel became Umbra as he mounted his window and climbed out of his own house. He knew the trek would be strenuous, but he brought snacks along. He crept along the perimeter of the chain link fence that contained their main refinery. They were refining multiple metals; whose by-products caused all sorts of medicinal problems. The problem was that they were protected because they didn't use any human labor on the floor. Since they weren't directly harming anyone, no one could step in. 'Except maybe a super hero,' thought Rel.
He was running his fingers along the metal in the chain link; when he felt something distinct, a chink in the armor. He took a simple pair of pliers out of one of his cargo pockets and started working on the fence. He climbed through the small hole careful not to cut himself on the exposed metal links. He touched the side of the metal dumpster that he crouched behind. While there were no humans operating the refinery, the excess in salaries were given to trained guards.
Umbra dashed behind a generator barely getting overlooked by a very strong looking man with what seemed to be over protective equipment for a refinery. Bullets were not Umbra's strong point. He was fast but when it came to guns he was often out of his league. Umbra ran his right hand across the cross-guard of his sword and tightened his grasp around the grip. As the leather tightened, he suddenly started rethinking his costume choice. The guard was unaware of his movements. The slightest sound of the sword coming unsheathed also set Umbra on edge. He checked his position then raised his sword above his head striking the guard with his pummel.
He then slunk back into the darkness. Not waiting for the other guards to swarm the body, as they would, he made his way to his preferred entrance. There was new construction going on as a refinery expansion. Scaffolding made it too easy. He made it to the roof of the refinery. Unclasping his belt, Umbra slid down one of the pipes onto the main floor.
Sweat poured down his face. The humidity and heat in the room was exhausting. He moved fast to the cooling apparatuses. A few computer commands and a flick of a switch and the coolant would soon stop flowing. Umbra had not thought that maybe some things in the movies were inspired by real events. A large blaring alert started to resound across the premises. Umbra started climbing back to the roof as the guards started rushing into the building. He mounted a catwalk and came to a realization, there was someone already on the catwalk. The heat was becoming more intense and the sweat in Umbra's eyes made him blink in disbelief. “Smok?”

“Yes Sir Reinfeild. You see what I have been degraded to because of you? I am a lowly security guard. I've been following your movements as the Shadow for a little while now. I knew where you would be as soon as you didn't kill that guard.” Something exploded underneath them shaking the catwalk. “Goodbye Mr. Reinfeild.” Smok pulled out a large caliber hand gun and pointed it at Rel. Rel felt the adrenaline in his veins as he rushed forward, making a large arc with his sword knocking the gun out of Smok's hand. “You really are super Shadow,” Smok said showing Rel the blood on his hand the disarmament had drawn. Smock pulled out a police baton and charged Umbra. Umbra went on the defensive, being thrown off by the sight of blood.
More explosions rocked the catwalk and caused the metal to creak and lurch. “Smok, I have to leave don't die here!”
“No Sir Reinfeild, I was meant to die here.” Umbra then hit Smok on the head with the side of his sword. The man crumpled but was not unconscious. Rel then left him there. And it still haunts him.

I think your History is enough not to warrant an RP sample

*Finished*

I was about to ask about the belt and gloves then I re-read the costume design XD

Here's your grid:

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And approved. (: