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Survival - 8 Wins!

Brutal - 1 Fatalities

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero

VITAL STATS

Strength: Standard

Agility: Standard

Mind: Superior

Body: Standard

RECORD

Personal Wins: 8

Personal Losses: 3

Lawman

Why am I here, you may ask. Hmmm... that's a good question, because I never wanted to be here in the first place. But I am still here, in the Fantasy Powers League because I have a special... gift. Or rather, I was given one. Not that I wanted it, nor do I have a choice whether I can keep it or not. Let me go back to the beginning... my name's White, Rogan White, former police detective. It all began with a little *intended sarcasm* accident I had... I was on my way home one night, after having one too many drinks at a pub. So I was staggering down a narrow dark alley, slightly tipsy. Now there was this guy in a trenchcoat heading down my way, though back then I never suspected anything... until he took out a glass vial from his trenchcoat and threw its contents right at my face. I realized too late that it was a vial of acid intended for me... Then the whole world seemed to catch fire as my eyes burned with pain - that bastard! I remembered hearing him run off, and a while later heard footsteps approach me... that was all I remembered before I must've drifted into unconsciousness. Then several hours passed, (as I was told) though I opened my eyes, everything was black. Oh, great. So I must've gone blind from that acid attack. The good doctor told me a kind stranger picked me up in an alley and brought me to hospital after seeing the state I'm in. Then the 'doc broke to me the bad news... while they've patched me up the best that they can, it appears that the acid has had my eyes damaged beyond repair. And that means I'm blind, 'kay? But I hadn't expected something like this - the doc continued to tell me that, fortunately for me, I could undergo a transplant surgery to have my sight restored. Sounds good, huh? Actually, that's when the problems really started. For starters, the doctor never told me or my friends WHO the eye donor was. Of course, I didn't know back then that I'll be receiving more than what I'd bargained for... at least, at that time I was more than happy to get my sight back. Bad move, partner. Anyone sane should've known better than to take something that belonged to... a dead person. It wasn't so bad at first, for several nights I kept getting jerked out of my sleep by nightmares. Yeah, I can remember those nightmares in detail... involving a woman staring at me, a pair of bleeding sockets for what were supposed to be eyes... *shudder* I wonder what they mean, but I didn't let it bother me too much... I probably had too much alcohol. Then came one night, when I got jerked out of my sleep by those nightmares again, as usual. But this time round, I saw a woman hovering next to my bed - she looked just like the one I saw in my nightmares. She was trying to tell me something... at first I thought it must've been my imagination, but she looked so real... and she appears every night without fail. So I'm being haunted by a ghost - now here's something worse than having nightmares every night. Damned ghost... why can't she find a shack to haunt? Eventually, after THREE god-damned SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, I decided that enough was enough - it's time for some man to ghost talk; yeah, we had a good chat alright. I learned that the dead 'gal was a murder victim... worked as a uh, hooker. And got killed one day by one of her customers, some jerk who wouldn't pay for her services; and that she donated her eyes to the organ bank in a bid to find a recipient who could help her find her killer. So the truth was out... I was the recipient of her eyes - they belonged to her. Her spirit somehow lives on through the eyes I now possess... so the situation's pretty clear-cut now: Help the dead gal find whoever killed her, and bring that scumbag to justice; only then will she leave me alone. Though one problem remains; the person who killed her was apparently a metahuman villian, and the last thing ghost girl remembered before her death was that he came from Khazan... That means I have a meta to deal with? Oh great. Still, I guess no price is too high for me, especially when I will no longer have to put up with her pleading and whining every now and then... between being eventually driven insane, or simply gouging out those damned eyeballs of mine... (which aren't mine to begin with anyway) I guess it's worth the risk.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm never one to play good Samaritan, just doing whatever necessary to preserve my own sanity. Damn ghost girl's pleas get more desperate and heart-rending with each passing day, and it stresses me out all the more... guess she's pretty insistent that I find her killer, and as soon as possible, because there's a limit to how much of this I can take before I snap, and I'm pretty much teetering between sanity and madness now. On the occasions when she isn't howling and begging me to find her killer, I've realized she's actually quite a likeable person; we've had many talks before, that's when I learned a bit more about her history - she came from a troubled past, with a broken family and the like; and all I can say is that she took on her former job as a hooker against her own free will... ghost girl's quite friendly, really... besides sharing her past, we'd talk just about anything under the sun. I kinda felt sympathetic for her, and I know that when we work together to find that murdering scumbag, it's gonna benefit us both. *Ahem* Did she say metahuman? Well, in Khazan, where else can you find metahumans more easily than in the famed Fantasy Powers League? Somehow, my instincts as a detective tell me that if the meta that killed her were a villian, there's a good possibility that he might be fighting in the FPL. So that's where I shall commence my search... *sigh* the dead, it's just so hard to understand them; and will she ever stop?! Argh... makes me want to just tear out those bloody eyeballs...

Vestiges of an old life...

     Detective: Superior

Yeah? Like I've mentioned earlier, I used to work as a detective in Chicago City police. A special investigations officer, to be more specific. I may not be the best man in the force, or that particular department; but still, I get my job done nonetheless... when it comes to understanding life in the fast lane, nobody's more familiar about it than I. Sure, 15 years of dealing with the sleazy denizens of the streets and witnessing their shady dealing have their advantages. Now that I'm here in Khazan, it's really not much different from my days in Chicago's seedy under sectors... there's nothing here on the streets of Khazan that's realy considered 'alien' to me; I've seen similar stuff back home. The only differences are even meaner streets and bigger badasses... and that brings out more badass-titude in me on my part.

Immunity: Invisibility

     Immunity: Standard

For all the trouble and sleepless nights she's caused, the relationship between ol' ghost girl and I are well... mutual. First off, I needed those eyes of hers to see, and secondly, I provide her with the ability to interact with the physical realm, acting as her hands and feet. Now, to have an otherworldly being living inside my eyes does have some of its benefits too, however. For one, it would appear as if I share her ability to see things that are not of this world... things that are normally unseen to the human eye are made visible within my sight. I couldn't say much, except that it makes the world seem so much... bigger, so much more alive... Till then, I'd always thought the world was limited to what we see, but now I think otherwise; now, if only she weren't so much of a whiner, I'd be a much happier person...

"Give 'em The Eye"

     Mind Blast: Superior

• Auto-Hit Attack

...okay, so ol' ghost gal does make herself useful at times. Ever since I've started on this little... quest of mine, I realized that she's helped me many a time. Take this nifty little trick of mine of instance; I really discovered it by accident, while I was somewhere on the streets of Khazan City, prior to entering myself into the FPL. Now, this drunken meta lumbered up to me, looking for trouble. God, that mountain of a man could've landed me in hospital with one careless swat, but I just acted tough and stared him right in the eyes. Before I knew it, the big guy simply clutched his head and fell to his knees screaming like a madman, flailing away as though fighting off invisible demons. (though if there really were invisible demons, I'd have seen them) A while later, some spiritist by the name of Ma Xiaoling the Second, whom I consulted (for a really stiff fee... damn that hurts my wallet), said that ghosts have the ability to share their grievances and emotions with living beings. I wonder what kind of pain and suffering my ol' ghost girl has gone through... seeing how much pain she could inflict on men by simply sharing her grief... But unfortunately, this is also the reason why I'm slowly losing my mind. Whether I like it or not, she shares her grievances with me, since we're sorta one. Her grief... my grief... her pain... my pain... it hammers away at my own sanity, but I can get her and myself some temporary relief by making others feel the same by "Giving them the eye" as I like to call it now. Heh, sorta adds new meaning to why it's not a good thing to stare... *flashes a demented and somewhat sickly smile*

Fringes of Insanity

     Mental Defense: Supreme

Do you think I am a weak-willed person? Some laughed at me, saying that only the weak-willed would be susceptible to this sort of thing. For a whole damned YEAR I had to share with her all her grievances, suffering and anguish, and I'm quite surprised that I hadn't ended up in an asylum yet... can't remember when was the last time I had a good night's sleep, and alcohol and depressants (I even took 'em both together) doesn't seem to help much either. Makes me shudder to think what afterlife is like... now, that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I believe that should I make it through all this, I'm going to be so much stronger than I used to be. I mean, after what I've been through, I'm sure I could stand up pretty well against anything that tries to screw up my mind... Maybe it's because there's not really much point in trying to mess up a head that's already screwed halfway, so what have I got to lose? Or maybe it could be because all the alcohol made me kinda stoned... whatever, I don't really care.

.44 Magnum Revolver

     Projectile Attack: Superior

• Ranged Attack Only
• Armor Piercing
• Multi-Attacks

Khazan is a rough place, and I know it full well after having seen the streets of Chicago, but it still isn't *that* bad over at Chicago. Still, having been through many close calls with death (and not too bad yet - till ghost girl came into my life) Now I've got to watch my back 24/7... that's why I'm never without my baby Smith & Wesson M29... magnum revolver, using .44 magnum hollow points, the most powerful handgun out there, back in the 20th century, that is. With a muzzle energy that is at least 30% greater than its contemporaries, even a reasonably tough metahuman would at least think twice before placing himself at the business end of my little baby. So, to quote a line from an old movie, "Do you feel lucky, punk?" First thing I'm gonna do once I find that bastard who killed my ghost girl - and hence partially responsible for what I've been through - is to blow his brains out with my darling Smith & Wesson... "Do you feel lucky?" You had better feel that way.

Sight Beyond Sight

     Danger Sense: Ultimate

There's something that's quite creepy with spirits, is that they seem to know almost everything; and that also includes when something bad is going to happen. Apparently, this ghost girl of mine (never managed to get her name, even until now) is no different. Every now and then I get flashes in my mind... visions, visions of impending danger and imminent threats... prophecies of doom. I originally thought they were hallucinations, no surprise here, seeing what I've been through so far. Until some of the events that took place in the visions really occured, then I realized that these visions were revelations of the near future... I had only begun to understand these visions, as they are pretty vague flashes of images; but the more I come to understand their meanings, the better I realize I get at avoiding sticky situations. Despite all that she's made me go through, I can't deny the fact that ghost girl's help to me is invaluable... I might actually take a liking to her once everything is settled; we could become friends, y'know...