Synopsis; This is for my character design based in the Persona 5 Royal Universe and not the base game and or Strikers original universe.

Name; Yuri Kazayakia
Metaverse codename; Devil
Gender; Male
Age; 19
Height; 6’1
Build; Average build with a bit of definition and muscle-toned.
Arcana; Major Arcana-The Fool reversed. Formally Death.
Personality and background; Yuri was a former track star that would’ve went to Japan’s top nationals if it wasn’t for the unfortunate awakening of his Persona and the tragedy of his mothers passing. He watched her die in front of him as the two were involved in a terrible car accident. The accident itself was “not” a accident as his mother had suffered a “mental shutdown.” Since he only lived with his mother and his father was not in the picture he had to eventually back out of school and his track-star life and find work to support himself. Eventually he fell into a bad crowd of people and so they taught him the ways of crime and criminal wrong-doings such as stealing, vandalism, arson, and hurting others to get what they wanted.

Yuri drifted apart from his crime-riddled friends and fell into a deep depression. This made him have a darker outlook on those around him and the very understanding of existence. He is more emotionally cold back shows empathy to those whom he trusts. He exhibits happiness when given the right amount of emotional support and is sometimes a bit of a jokester.

He is shown to be extremely serious in moments when it calls for it. He becomes the no nonsense type. He shows no remorse to those who cross him or those who anger him, in which he is quick to show. Has a bit of a “Kill or be killed” mentality and isn’t afraid to take one’s life as death has no effect on his mental psyche. In fact, death is what allowed him to awaken his persona in the first place. Giving him access to the death arcana right away until later when he adapts and gains the Fool in Reverse.

His ability to feel certain emotions can be hard to obtain, he would have to dig real deep to unlock the ability to even just crack a smile, a smile that is rarely shown.

Yuri first joined the Phantom Thieves upon the metaverse being reawakened once again, two years after the events of Royal’s story. An unknown entity had forced itself to assume the powers of the once former “God of Control.” Harnessing the ability to manipulate others within the real world and causing multiple mental shutdowns within the people of Tokyo.
At first Yuri encountered the Thieves in Mementos and had a long hard-fought battle with Ren who has recently returned to visit his friends. Ren had the upper hand as he had access to power Yuri did not. He was outclassed by the sheer teamwork they had amongst themselves. At first he thought it was they who were causing the shutdowns but after fighting them he realized it was the very same group who defeated the former God of Control and saved mankind from certain enslavement and doom.

After losing, Ren and the other thieves noticed how powerful Yuri was just on his own and thought it would’ve been better for him to have joined them. From there on, he was made a member and eventually grew fond of his new friends, even if it took time getting used to human kindness and teamwork. He was quick to befriend Ryuji Sakamoto as both of them ran track and had a fondness of athletics of the sort.




Abilities and skills; He is talented in the arts of stealth and is quite daring. He is able to craft infiltration tools such as lockpicks and various tools needed for a Phantom thief’s arsenal. He is very exceptional with swords as he used to practice Kendo and Kenjutsu. He is fairly skilled at parkour and track as he used to run for his school track team back in the day. Within the metaverse, Yuri can shapeshift into various other shadows due to his Persona’s ability. He can also create multiple variations of himself to confuse and overwhelm his enemies.

Description; Yuri has long brown hair that he gets from his mother and green eyes. His eyes change to a golden yellow hue when using his persona. He wears a black long coat with a hood that often overs the top of his head, black jeans with tears and chains that hang from his left hip, along with a pair of black combat boots. Sometimes he wears a dark blue beanie.

His summer attire consists of a light sky blue tank top, dark blue jeans with a skull and crossbones patch sown into the right thigh, white sports shoes and a dark blue beanie.

Metaverse gear consists of a black trench coat with red accents that trail down the seams of the coat, a black buttonup shirt with a brown leather harness across the chest area, black pants with a brown leather belt that are tucked into black combat boots at the bottom, and a black and red mask with horns that represent a Oni/demon.

Weaponry; Yuri can use dual katanas and has access to two revolvers. He can use his variation ability to stack the amount of shots that can be fired due to him being able to make clones and manifestations of his original self.

Personas and persona abilities; Yuri’s original persona “Deathhound” is a black and red wolf with red aura emitting from his body. He can use Bufudyne and Eigaon as his main two attacks. Deathhound can allow Yuri to make and manifest copies of his own body to further do damage to his foes. It also helps with scouting out the metaverse and palaces.

Once Yuri experiences his second awakening Deathhound evolves into “Freki” A reflection of his much darker side. Freki is a larger more defined wolf with more black than red as he towers over Yuri in a black aura with red accents. Crows ascend from the aura and attack with high accuracy, dealing severe amounts of curse damage. This move is called “Ravenous onslaught” due to its continuous attack phase and has a extremely high chance for insta-kill crits. Is automatically equipped with Ice Age, a severe Ice attack that damages multiple foes and is also equip with major buff skills that increase hit chance, attack damage and defense. Freki can allow Yuri to shapeshift into other shadows and can also take control away from other Persona users, allowing him to control their personas within a five minute time limit.

Yuri’s final awakening, Freki evolves into “North Wind”
North Wind awakens once Yuri obtains the world arcana and awakens his true power. North Wind is a colossal white wolf with blue piercing eyes that turn yellow to sync with Yuri’s attacks and movements. The winds and air around North Wind is extremely unstable as he can essentially turn the very weather from the hottest day to the bleak cold winter. He uses a unique Ice ability that channels from his mouth, after releasing said channel a large beam of ice and wind exhales from North Wind and can completely obliterate everything within the front of said blast. Uses Megidolaon as a secondary attack and has buff stats to increase its effectiveness in damage and range. He has access to the same buff abilities as Freki but with increased attack and defense as well as the duration of the boosts.
North Wind has two attack phases, one within Yuri’s own capacity that allows him to use the after mentioned attacks and the second phase where Yuri can link his own very lifeforce with North Wind and can use a very devastating attack called “Winter Wonderland” this attack unleashes a mass-area wide attack that encases everything within sight in a icy tomb and can rip apart all enemies from the inside and out. Once damage is done, another attack phase will begin which is called “Frostbite’s End.” This attack once pair with Winter Wonderland, will be a constant state of damage done to all parties that have been affected by the previous attack, once done, all heal effects will be rendered null and void do to the special requirements met. After using both attack phases, Yuri’s lifeforce will begin to drain heavily until complete depletion.


Theme song; Battle Hymn of the Soul - Persona 3

Battle theme; Blooming Villain - Persona 5

Battle advantage theme; Life Will Change instrumental version - Persona 5

Final Awakening theme; Swear to My Bones - Persona 5

Final battle theme; Keep Your Faith - Persona 5 Royal

(Will be updated soon. New character, new story, involves lycanthropy and werewolves essentially.)

Within the dark confines of what seemed to be a void, nothing would be seen, nothing would be heard. Alas, from the deep abyss rested a flame.
The flame would dance and dissipate multiple times, fading with each flicker.

The flames formed and danced around for many hours, flickered, faded, flickered again. The cycle repeated many times until from within the flames and the amber glow formed a man or at least the shape of one.

Out of the darkness a voice called out this being surrounded in flames. The voice sounded faded and very distorted as if an echo was present. It sounded as if a woman were speaking out to him.
“It is time to awaken.. you are not dead.. and perhaps you never will be.. but now..”

The voice would stop as the flames would only surge as it formed flesh and bone, a man with long black hair and glowing red eyes, deep as crimson ascended from the fires that burned.
“You may be lost to the darkness that had consumed you but your body is still among the living… you cannot linger here any longer.. it is time for you to return…” The voice had called out to him. The man would close his eyes before reopening them once more as his eye coloration was that old an icy blue, perhaps this was his natural eye color.

The abyss around him started to fade quickly, revealing a landscape that was barren and bleak but full of many ruins, the sky as dark as the abyss he resided within. The man quickly realized where he was as anger overcame his senses. He would scream out in rage as fire erupted from out of his bare body, The flames could be seen for miles as it raged on and on.
Soon he would calm himself as he became quite tired already.

Upon discovery he would stumble upon a few pieces of clothing that was left behind, these in fact were clothes that were very familiar to him. They should’ve been because these were his own clothes, he quickly put them on. The tears and tattered fabric were far and few between along with the cloak that seemed very familiar to him. He would use this cloak to shroud himself, covering himself from the hood down to the boots he was now wearing.

The cloaked man searched for any signs of life as he would see that not even a single tree or piece of grass was left alive here, all signs of life, gone.
He walked for hours within the ruins of what used to be a massive city, nothing but ashes and destroyed structures was seen for miles on end.

The silence was getting to him as he was already on edge, his mind racing trying to remember things clearly as they just weren’t coming to him. The only things he could remember was that he was here for sure and could’ve possibly had a hand in the destruction of this once utopian-like kingdom.
On and on he marched through the ashe heaps finding nothing, nothing at all until he reached the top of what seemed to be what remained of a castle.
He entered slowly as the inside was somewhat intact but very damaged in some parts like the main entrance. Burns, old bloodstains, skeletons, and deep craters would adorn the floors of the entirety of this palace.

The man stumbled upon the throne room where there was nothing quite left of it, In fact all that was here was a massive hole in the earth itself, seeming endless like the abyssal world he once lived in.
As he turned his head, he caught something very familiar, a sword. He would see this sword as it laid stuck inside a crack with the wall to his left, he pulled it out with ease as the wall in front of him collapsed as the blade was the only support it had left.

The sword was in decent condition as it looked to have been decorated with gold accents and engravings, the blade was a deep obsidian in color contrast but was slightly faded. It also seemed that a cross guard used to be present but no longer was it there, perhaps something happened to it in the past?

Sword in hand he wandered around this ruined palace as he reached the top corridors, he took his footing slow due to the poor conditions of the ruins as this place could fall apart any second.

Stumbling around the rooms he searched he finally reached a room, this room had sparked a memory fragment within his mind as he began to see a flame in front of him, forming that of an older man and a child, no less than seven. The older man was play fighting with the young boy, they seemed very happy.
After a few moments the flame faded along with the two aspects. The room consisted of a bed and a few burned dressers, shelves with ruined books, and a wardrobe. The walls looked as if they used to be white but were stained dark grey from burns and smoke no doubt.
He continued searching around as he stumbled upon a sheet of paper that was semi-intact. This showed a name “Kalos Talon” an award and promotion to head senior knight of operations. He would set the paper on the bed as he remembered in that moment, his name was Kalos. The clothes, the sword, this room, and the boy within the memory fragment, they all belonged to him, this was who he was.

Now remembering who he was essentially, Kalos would leave the palace shortly after gathering a few still intact items of use such as, a dark brown leather satchel for carrying things, a sheathe that was quite ruined but compatible for his blade, a broken down, beaten and burned shield along with a suit of armor that comprised all of the same material. The plates all consisted of black coloration, same with the sword itself with golden accents and engravings, all of the colors were faded and worn down.
The helmets visor was bent on the bottom plating but still was viable and parts of the chest plate, Although heavy, was still intact all but missing the left shoulder plate, The cloak in which he adorned would cover parts of the armor and the helm itself nicely.

He would look back at the ruins before turning away and walking off into the wastelands that surrounded him for miles. Kalos traversed this ashen lands for days, not even finding a soul in the process until he reached a burning forest that appeared to be burning endlessly. Was he truly the cause of this destruction? He thought to himself before accepting that this once beautiful forest is now the entrance to hell itself and so he would wonder endlessly through this hell he so created.
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Part two to be announced soon.

First name; Kalos (Or Kal)
Last name; Talon
Age ; 20 during backstory act -
25 during Dark Passenger act 1 and 2 -
29 during time travel arc -

Appearance and Features ;
Kalos stands at an even six foot. Not too short or tall. He would be at peak physical conditioning of a human due to his training and constant battles in which he fought in.

His skin has very pale complexion.
From head to toe, his body is completely encased in a suit of heavy plated black armor with golden accents and engravings throughout. Alongside the design lies black and brown leathers that cover the most exposed spots whereas attire underneath he just wears a dark grey long sleeve shirt with buttons adorning the collar and the black and brown leathers mentioned before hand.

He wears a hooded grey cloak that covers a majority of the armor itself and the helmet he wears. The cloak is worn and very much tattered, it serves an importance to him as it belonged to his mother. The armor, belonging to his father but he added his own personal effects to the armor such as the reduction in weight to allow himself more mobility and swift movement at the cost of protection.

He has very short unkempt brown hair although later I he would grow his hair out along with his facial hair, sporting a big bun and a shortened beard as to be able to keep it from interfering with his helmet.
Hazel blue eyes would match perfectly with his complexion but he would later on adorn blood red (Glowing crimson when enraged) eyes richer than blood itself.

Personality ; Kal is very gentle when given the right context. Most of the people closest to him refer to him just being a grumpy big teddy bear due to the fact he almost growls or huffs at things he doesn’t like/doesn’t want to do. Having served in a high position as a knight, Kalos is very polite to his superiors and knows when to keep his mouth shut when given the circumstances. He however has a bit of a temper to match his playful demeanor as he can fly off the handle when people push him too far. He can be very hostile if displayed any jostle act or violence towards him as he is known to cut people down for just looking at him the wrong way.

Morally, he is conflicted with having to choose between his duty as a knight and his own heroic complex to save those he loves and cherishes. However, he has no hesitation whatsoever to kill someone or something that gets in between those two things.
Overall, he is generally a good person of moral standing but once his inner beast is unleashed, it’s best to avoid him.

Weapons and abilities ;
Kalos would be very proficient in sword and shield but sacrifices the protection of his “might shield” as he calls it for further use of his abilities. The shield itself was almost half the size of his body and was made from the same material as his armor would be set in, an enchanted steel plate with golden accents and engravings.

The sword in which he used is intended to be a two-handed sword as most greatswords are. Same materials as mention with the armor and shield but later on would use a broadsword with a Damascus finish and the hilt is from the greatsword he once used, being made from the same material.
He would have fitted in his gauntlets, two custom crossbows fitted to fire bolts and grappling hooks to be able to scale walls.

His hand to hand combat wouldn’t certainly not lack as he can single handedly take down many opponents within seconds but would much rather stick to cutting down his foes with weaponry.

Mastery level and legendary level Pyro control, Kalos would eventually have his limits as a mere human pushed as his soul becomes forged within the very fires of hell itself, giving him control over high concentrations of fire and even lava itself.
Within the flame control and mastery that comes with it, if pushed too far he will enter a three level limit breaking phase or phases.

First phase is Wrathful Form or Berserker Rage, within this phase, Kalos is a slight level beyond humanity, the fire in his soul burning deeply within him. Steam would start to rise from his armor as heatwaves would soon follow, all of his pyro magic would be much more potent and powerful. It would be the instances where molten fire would burst from his hands and would incinerate everything in his path, rather this form, most of his control over his mind is still intact but is much more on the rage induced side of mentality. It’s best to stay clear of him at this rate.

Second phase, Cobalt Blue. - Flames hotter than hell.
Within this form comes the change of his flames to a more refined blue, don’t let this pretty blue coloration fool you, they would soon as melt your down to your last atoms if even touched or remotely near. These blue flames would shroud Kalos like a cloak and he would start to show blue horns out from the sides of his helmet made entirely out of the fires itself. His eyes would glow an icy blue as well, showing his humanity is now gone, he is now the beast within. This form, his movement speed is doubled that of his normal speed, giving him a major boost in mobility as well as the ability to use the flames in which he commands under full control, regaining his senses from his latter form.

Final phase, White Cinders, ashes of the sun.
Within this form comes the duality of light and darkness, the white afterglow of a darkness embedded within a soul. Flames that were once dancing blue like the ocean or the deep blue sky, now have settled a lower somber white. These flames being the dangerous of all as they contain enough burning force to possibly melt away a planet at its very core. The flames would burn a very low output but high concentration. His body would be encased in the low flames as their give him a significant boost in defense as well as offense. He would use the flames to rebuilt his once mighty greatsword as the flames would assume the shade of a long refined double edged blade of pure white glow.
The flames have also been noted to produce an ungodly amount of radiation levels enough to damage an entire area for possible decades, possibly forever. These flames however do not die out once produced, constantly outputting but due to its slow burning much of its dangers will only be as potent if there was high concentrations. Having undergone multiple phases, Kalos would soon be warped into anything but human, he would stand at exactly seven foot five, towering over most in a monstrous fashion. His hands replaced with reddened claws of pure meat and gore, slow white wings formed by pure determination and intensity would burn over his back, these flames would actually serve as the most dangerous as to how much fire that would spread out to form these great beastly wings as they produce the most output, burning anything remotely close to him to absolutely nothingness.
These are just some of Kalo’s many forms, weapons, and abilities.

Backstory;
Kalos was just a young knight, like his father and his father’s father before him. He served his king faithfully under one day the king set Kal on a quest to kill a certain witch who knew the secrets of this much loved king. The king would hold the most land out of all the kingdoms and would naturally have the most powerful army along with it. Kalos served as the kings Crownsguard, protecting him personally and escorting him wherever he wanted. He also served as his most entrusted executioner if needed, just as his father was. The Talon family has also served the crown of kingdom for many generations so it was Kal’s duty to do his family proud by following tradition.

Kalos would set out to find this mysterious witch, going out to the furthest ends of of the world and many years would pass, eventually he would find this witch where she would of course engage in combat with Kalos. This battle raged on until the early dawn of day until the dead of night, the two combatants where tired and worn down as they decided to rest before the witch explained the true motives and truth behind the king. The king was a evil and dark being known as Caldwell, he harness the ability to control minds and force others into servitude and slavery. Something of course Kalos denied but started to question due to the kings harshness and cruelty as of late. He questioned his own morals but realized that for so long the kind was using this same control on him and now having being far from his reaches, he now had his own free will back in to possession.

He decided to form an alliance with the witch, she agreed to his decision. Upon sometime the witch would unlock Kalo’s true power, the same power that resided in all of the Talon family. She would reveal to him that her name was Marinn and that she was trained under Kalos’ mother. To which she gave him her tattered witches cloak and explained that it was Caldwell that killed his mother and wiped his father’s memories of the incident, later on had his father killed for regaining his memories and harnessing the Talon family flames. No one ever remembered the battle after the fact as Caldwell used his dark magic to erase his existence completely from the minds of all and just instilling that he was a faithful knight just like his son.

Marinn and Kalos would further explore the possibility of if Kal could even defeat such a dark and powerful being, to which Kalos would know that his abilities and prowess have become something his mind couldn’t understand but he knew that this new unlocked power would possess the many ancestors who held it before him. He knew he was ready.

The two would leave the safety of the far reaches of the world back into the now dangers that awaited the two.
Forever sealing their fates as they now how to slay the evil king himself and restore the world, freeing it from the darkness that now encases it.

Upon returning, they noticed that it was night time for the longest time, knowing this, they were quite confused. They were sure it was the work of Caldwell.

Something wasn’t quite right with the people as they acted much different, they would shamble around slow-like and droning. The people were being drained, life force and all, becoming husks as they called them. Upon seeing both Kal and Marinn, the husks would soon act hostile and try to attack both of the two.

After an onslaught of attacks by the husks, the two pair would emerge victorious but not with guilt as they fought them, the husks would scream and beg them not to kill them. That they were not in control.

This enraged Kalos as he used this guilt to further his hatred in Caldwell. He swore to defend his people and as a knight he failed. To turn your blade on those you swore an oath to is a direct neglect in duty. He would take off the cloak that hung from his back like a cape and tossed it aside before replacing it with the cloak of his late mother, dawning his status as a fallen former knight.

For the first time, he slowly took off his helmet and revealed a enraged vengeful look. His eyes would forever be stained by the blood he spilled as they would dawn his iconic blood red glow.

Onward he marched through the kingdom, slaying husk after husk until he reached the doors of the evil king himself, Marinn, followed suit but knew this was personal for the former knight, she wouldn’t dare get in his way as he has become something else altogether.

From there he tore down the doors in a might of rage and hatred. He had embraced what he had become and the killings of all the people he once protected surely didn’t do him any better, he marched towards the king as Caldwell had realized what Kalos had become and upon seeing Marinn with him, he knew that he couldn’t control Kalos any longer.

Soon after with no hesitation, Kal would unleash his fires of all phases and battled the king to which he was upon the losing side of the battle having being overwhelmed but the sheer darkness.
The king reached near victory within this battle as he did against Kalos’ father but soon realized that Kal was something much more powerful, upon turning the tides, Kalos reached his final phase which would nearly incinerate the vile evil in front of him.

The flames itself started to destroy the entirety of the castle and its surroundings areas, Marinn also became a slight victim of these flames as she was burned from being within the proximity of the white slow burning flames. Her wounds weren’t as grave however as he would retreat to a safe distance.

Knowing Marinn was far enough away he exploded his rage even more, as the slow flames grew higher, he pushed himself even further, the flames now burning faster and faster compared to the slow burn before.
He had enough and wanted to end this here and now as he reduced the entirety of the area along with Caldwell to nothing but particles and dust.

After the flames died down and slowed, a weakened Kalos would emerge not knowing what he has becomes. He wandered the ruins of what was left as he spotted Marinn, healing her wounds with various plants.
He felt a deep guilt in hurting her as he would turn his back and dissipate with the flames, not seen again.

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First name; John
Middle name; Ashur
Last name; Kovic

Appearance;
John stands at roughly 6’4, average build but has broad shoulders to carry himself.
He wears a black tank top with a pair of dog tags hanging from his neck. A brown suede jacket with a fur collar trim and fur lining. Sometimes he wears a full black pinstripe suit with a black tie.
A militaristic sleek suit that comprises of kevlar and a material you’d see on diving suits and a black plate carrier with many mag pouches for his more cloak and dagger type scenarios.
Black polarized aviators with gold frames cover his bright blue eyes.
John wears black cargo pants that tuck into a pair of black military style boots.
Brown locks of hair drop down to his shoulders and a heavyset beard dawns his face proudly.
Many scars show themselves in the forms of bullet scars, deep wounds over his neck, shoulders, arms and chest. Burns would be very prominent throughout the course of his body.
His skin is fair but slightly tanned from many hours underneath the sun.

Traits and personality;
John is a very rational thinker and calm under moments of sheer distress. In fact, danger can’t seem to avoid him, in fact it covers him like a shroud. Everywhere he goes, something or someone wants a piece of him. As calm as he is, he is quick to taunt others as well as insult with quick remarks and a condescending attitude. To those who actually don’t try to kill him or pick a fight, he can be real friendly.
He can be rather antisocial despite his demeanor and sometimes avoids conversation altogether.
Sees himself more so a vigilante of sorts, taking down the bad so that the good can thrive.
Prefers to be alone but doesn’t mind the occasional conversation with those he trusts, to those he doesn’t, he doesn’t speak much.
His kindness is sometimes taken advantage of as he becomes trusting too easily but hell come high water when his trust is betrayed, the area and its surroundings become a warzone for John.

The Chicago Incident;
John took his first job on as a fixer, someone who does various shady jobs for criminal organizations, even organizations on the legal side who need something done outside the confines of the law. He was only seventeen when he took on the brutal murderous streets of Chicago, unfortunately he only added to the blood that stained the streets.
A job gone wrong seen a young John being hunted down by multiple organizations and street gangs. Many in which hired fixers, mercenaries, and petty street thugs to try and kill him. - None survived the ordeal.
Eventually the was face to face with the very people who set him up as he brutally executed them, leaving them as a display and s reminder not to come for him anymore.
After a while he knew his time in the Windy City was at it’s end, soon her packed up all the gear and money he accumulated over the course of his jobs and went out west to Santa Monica.

Before the chaos and the revelation of John’s prowess;

Before the events of Chicago, John was a mere five year old, he would live a majority of his life within the confines of a laboratory complex underneath Chicago where scientists would experiment on him and numerous children. This program was labeled as “WHITE RABBIT” fifty children would be subjected to the harsh regime and experiments within the lab and all but seven children would survive. John of course was the perfect specimen of this rather mysterious program by the government. The higher ups would classify this as a new form of super soldier program to genetically modify these children and throw them on a battlefield to “eliminate the enemy” The modification resulted in super human strength, extreme reflex conditioning, secondary echolocational vision, and super human agility. John would excel in all of the modifications and would secretly undergo the final testing phase of the mutations to the human gene. This being he was given hyper-like reflexes, an upgrade to the already quite powerful ones he had. With this, he underwent firearms and various weapons training were it was revealed that because the hyper reflexes, this made all of John’s shooting and aiming prowess unmissable, meaning if he sees it, he hits with one hundred percent accuracy.

The journey to Santa Monica, Hunter becomes hunted;

John would nearly escape the insanity that was Chicago. He made it to the west coast and spent a few good years dealing with rich boy clients and coked out celebrities wanted someone taken out or have security. John was the best of the business, skilled assassin by night, security consultant by day.
Eventually the tides would turn as he soon found himself dating a lovely woman by the name of Karolyn or just Karol for short. The two met while John was overseeing a movie set for one of his clients where he laid his eyes on Karol. She would play a part within the movie in which John’s boss was producing. Time passed by and the two would have a kid together, a little girl named Emily. John would put his old life behind him and work strictly as the day by day security consultant. Some years would go by as life would eventually catch up to John, the side effects of his powers would start to cause him to shake violently. He would result to constant drug use and heavy drinking. This caused him to lash out and become quite destructive. His carelessness would eventually be his downfall as some less than savory characters from his past life would track him down. The group would first trace down where his home was, there they would brutally gun down his wife and child. John would eventually find them and would of course execute them with no mercy, he would burn down his home with the rage that burned within his own heart. He turned into a ruthless killing machine that he was meant to be, what he was trained to be. Killing person after person, body after body, leaving the sandy beaches of Santa Monica red. Eventually, he grew out of the endless bloodlust. Nobody could stop him, he lost everything he ever cared about, so he increased his drug useable and became even more sloppy, he surely became a danger to himself and those around him. Sure enough, he left the west coat all together, lost in his head, all but the faded memories of his wife and daughter.

Power and abilities ; John is capable of advanced forms of hand to hand combat, having being trained by the best of the best has to offer since he was only five.
Super human durability ; Having his dna modified many times through trial and error would result to his skin being more durable than most materials that exist but he is still in fact a mortal being, there’s a limit to how much he can take before that durability becomes useless.
Super human speed ; John can run slightly faster than the average human. He uses this speed to his advantage being able to use this with his hyper fixatied reflexes.
Hyper reflexes ; With slight super agility, John can feel the sudden shift within the air, he can feel when someone is able to attack, via by proxy or from a distance. With these reflexes he can use a sort of pseudo bullet time, being trained with mastery-level firearms training. With this, he can predict where his rounds will hit, how they will, when they will, even using this to use his own bullets to hit one another to spilt apart or ricochet off surfaces. He doesn’t miss a shot unless purposely done so.
Being another form , his movement can detect anomalies in others’s being able to dodge or counter whatever the oncoming attack may be.
Master strategist and expert engineer ; John can work most technologies with fair ease, being able to hack his way into many devices using programs he hardcoded on his own. He can also create improvised weapons and explosives as to use among his arsenal of weaponry. John is also fairly good trapper, being able to lay down a various amount of traps to ambush his enemies.