Freeshooter | Blackwing

Real Name: Jeramiah Trauer
Renegade Name: Blackwing (formerly Freeshooter)
Title: The Black Rider
Alignment: Renegade
Age: 429 (appears early 40's)
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Hair: Black
Eyes: blue/gray red/yellow|black sclera
Height: 6"5' (6'7" in his armor)
Weight: 205 lbs

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Personality: Jeramiah has become wise with age, but also bitter, his life has left him rather cynical, while he has a soft spot for women and children, he is not against harming them in self defense. Jeramiah's age has also left him with an arrogant streak that often alienates him from others. He enjoys social gatherings more as a distraction from his crushing loneliness than anything else.

History: Jeramiah was a member of the Freischütz, a group of 11 men who made a deal with a mystical being for unparalleled marksman skills and eternal life in exchange for the souls of 100,000 people and lives of the people they held most dear. For 30 years the Freischütz operated in secret, gathering sacrifices under the guise of a private army. On the final day of the 30 years war the Freischütz gathered all the men and women they had recruited during the course of the war and sacrificed them to the being. The being, amused at the Freischütz' ruthlessness offered them an additional deal, that they fight to the death and the last man standing would receive a gun crafted from the souls of the slain Freischütz. While the other 10 immediately drew their pistols and shot one another, Jeramiah hid amongst the bodies of the sacrifices until all but one Freischütz remained standing. As soon as the last man turned to face being, Jeramiah rose from the corpses and shot the man twice in the back. Thus he was granted his pistol and the life energy of 100,000 people.

Powers: Jeramiah retains nothing of his former abilities after his horrible injuries at the hands of Jack Maroon. After his injuries he was forced to don his old Freischutz armor which is magically supporting his life force and helping contain his injured soul. He can only remove the armor for 48 hours at a time before he begins to die again. However, his injuries didn't only affect him negatively. After he recovered he developed the ability to call upon his own inner darkness as a weapon. He summons this in the form of black smoke that seems to burn or eat away at anything it touched including nonphysical things such as flame or water (against EP users lower then 4 EP. 5 can partially ignore this while 6 or higher can ignore this). In addition, if a human is hit by it, it will tear away some of their soul. This causes varying degrees of nausea and dizziness (depending on how long the contact was). While he usually controls this "smoke" in the form of large snakelike constructs, he also tends to form it into other animal shapes. He can negate the smoke's burning properties in order to grab things at range with it or propel himself forward (along the ground).

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Items: Jeramiah carries a claymore around with him. This blade weighs almost 1500 pounds and can't be lifted by someone without super strength.

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RP sample: Jeramiah stood amongst the corpses of his former comrades, each one little more than a withered husk, their souls sucked out of them and into the bullets he held in his hand. He knew he should feel sad, these people had been his comrades, but all he felt was satisfaction... no... more then that, he felt glorious, as if, for the first time in his life he was truly alive.
Pocketing the bullets he aimed his pistol, a standard flintlock pistol at a banner roughly 100 yards away. He didn't expect to hit it, even with his new abilities there was no way to compensate for the basic flaws in the pistol's design. focusing on the banner he pulled the trigger... and hit dead center. "Probably a fluke" he muttered to himself as he reloaded. This time he took aim at a tree roughly 150 yards out. It was then he noticed it, he could see every detail of the tree. Smiling, Jeramiah pulled the trigger and watched his bullet fly straight into the the center of the tree. "Hmm... I wonder." he mused as he loaded another shot. He aimed near the same tree, but made sure his shot would go past it. Pulling the trigger, he yet again watched his bullet soar... and then curve! It curved and yet again hit the tree dead center. "Excellent" Jeramiah sneered, reloading his gun one final time before depositing it into its holster. Turning away from the tree he began walking, not running to the city he saw in the distance; after all: he had all the time in the world.

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Unapproved. You can't be immune to disease with 3 endurance. A resistance is fine, but not complete immunity. You can still keep your rps going, but I'll need to change the immunity.

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