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Jericho Jack and Cillian Blight
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Villain Name: Cillian Blight
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Physical Description: dark brown hair, black eyes and a smile that could chill lava. Cillian is 5'8, 195 pounds with long, sleek, toned limbs. Some would call him scrawny, but never to his face. He is usually dressed in a suit and tie, as business is always easier when you're sharply dressed.
Weapon of Choice: His pistols, a pair of desert eagles that he somehow can control, dispite the recoil.
Powers: He has dark powers stemming from his boss, the mysterious Jericho Jack. When he summons the power, his hand is engulfed in a black haze smoke, and he is able to manipulate the physical world around him. He can move things telepathically, manipulate the minds of those weaker beings around him to a certain extent, and can even manipulate the path of the bullet that is ejected from his pistols.
Cillian can also absorb a small amount energy from magical or supernatural attacks that hit him. He can use this energy to fuel his own attacks for a time.
Movement Type: Acrobatics, but he tends to not use his speed or agility much in battle, rather take any hits that are lucky enough to land on him.
History
Cillian Blight was always the scrawny kid. His mother abandoned his father and him when Cillian was 6. His father, a wanna be football star, tried to create a tough kid that would take up his quest for stardom, but when Cillian was better at math and business, his father all but disowned him, leaving the kid to fend for himself for almost 12 years.
Cillian went to school for business and used his cunning, guile and slick talking ways to climb his way to the top of his class. He wasn't the smartest kid in his class, but all of the professors gave him top grades and he went into the business world. Unfortunately, his silver tongue did not help him win friends in coporate life, and he was fired from almost every job he got.
Working in the mail room of yet another big time office, Cillian tried again to Weasley his way up the ladder, creating enemy after enemy along the way as he lied and backstabbed every one to get a leg up. This time, however, put him into trouble. As he left for the night, he walked down the same alley he took as a short cut to his shitty apartment and was grabbed from behind by three masked people.
Cillian tried to yell for help but the men stopped him with a hand over his mouth. Blow after blow hit the young upstart, breaking his nose, busting blood vessels in his right eye, leaving a gash in the back of his head. When the men were done, Cillian was a crumpled mass on the ground, weezing out labored breathes due to a btoken rib or two.
The masked men looked down at him and one asked, "what do you have to say for yourself, you rotten little creep."
Cillian cracked a smile, missing a tooth or two, and said "what, you guys done ready?" He said and coughed up blood. The men growled in rage and moved to attack him again when a voice came into Cillian's head.
Smartmouthed little asshole, you are... aren't you? a deep toned voice asked as the men continued their beating. Cillian focused on the voice as it continued. I think I can use you... but you have to show me what you are capable of. I have given you a power... kill these men in any fashion you please. If I approve, you will work for me.
A black haze moved around Cillian's hand and his eyes turned black. The smile on his face widened as he raised his hand, blasting the three assailants back. Cillian jumped to his feet, not feeling the broken bones, not feeling the pain. Cillian looked at each of the men from the top of his eyes. "My turn." He said and laughed as he smashed the men to pieces against walls, dumsters, and fences. He impaled one on a fire eacape, sent another head first through a window and dragged him along the broken glass. The third begged for his life as Cillian removed his mask. It was one of his coworkers in the mail room.
"Oh... my." Cillian said and picked him up by the throat. "Should have stayed in the mail room." He said and finished the man off with his own hands. After he was finished, he looked at his handy work and nodded with approval. "A job well done."
A job well done indeed, Mr. Blight. Congratulations on your promotion. Please come see me. We have work to do. the voice said.
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Oct/14/2015, 12:11 pm
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