Name: Lewis Clarkson
Alias: Slayer
Gender: male
Alignment: chaotic neutral, but not always quite as loosely tied to a side as he might think. He is swaying towards one of the two main moralities, but needs persuasion.
Age: 29
Previous Hero: Slayer's hero was a very clever one. He never revealed his true identity, not even to Lewis. However, Lewis did eventually find out his hero's real name. The hero's Alias was Trident and his real name was Thomas Maynard. Trident was able to control sea levels and call upon sea creatures in battle.
Powers: Lewis has the ability to teleport or teleport to any object that he has touched in the last thirty minutes. However, the further away and the larger the item, the more of his energy he uses in the process of the teleportation. Too much use of energy will knock Lewis out. This has a lot of advantages and disadvantages. Another big downfall is that if Lewis tries to teleport an object that hasn't been touched in the last 30 minutes, it also uses energy. Also, if he teleports an object to him that was only touched in the last 15 minutes, he can morph the object, however, the object stays in that form permanently. He calls this flashing.
Appearance: Lewis is a pale white male, with generally plane skin. His face is smooth and round, but with sharp features, such as cheekbones and eye sockets. He has a dark shadow under his eyes which don't contrast with his skin shade very well. He has fairly long straight hair of a deep brown shade. His hair doesn't quite reach his shoulders, and he keeps it from covering his eyes to keep his concentration. His facial hair is only a short beard covering most of the bottom half of his face. He doesn't like to have his hair this way, but it has grown this way due to a long time with a lack of basic materials. He stands fairly tall at 6'2. He has a fairly light build, bordering medium. He stands with a slightly hunched posture, but always seems to give off a sense of superiority. His shoulders are quite short and well rounded. He is skinny, which isn't that visible due to the muscle. Despite this, his arms and legs seem longer and bonier than what they actually are despite this. His hands look cold and dastardly because of the lack of meat. It seems that the further down his limbs they skinnier they become. Perhaps also due to the lack of resources he faced. He has a long scar vertically across his back and two more scars on his right arm. All of the scars are easily visible.
He has a deep dark shade of brown in his eyes, the pupils are barely visible.
He wears a long black robe with red lining that curves in a semi-circle like shape around the bottom of the robe. The robe has a dark hood, which can completely shadow Lewis's face. The robe gives of a relatively dark aura, but doesn't show his oddly shaped limbs so much. However, when he is living a normal day of his life, with no fuss, he wears a simple pair of black jeans and a baggy hoody. He likes to wear baggy clothes, again not to show off his strange figure.
Personality: Lewis is a very temperamental person and is difficult to figure out. One minute you could be his best friend, and the next his worst enemy. But luckily when you're on his good side, he is as kind as he can be to you, despite what level of friendship you're at. Although if pressed against a friend in battle he is highly unlikely to hold back. On his darker side, he is a very unloving cold person. He doesn't know what dislike is, only what hate is. He has never ever been merciful to anyone in a battle. But when in public, he doesn't pick friends and enemies without getting to know them, he likes to analyze their personalities first. This doesn't always work out for him though, as people like to stay away from him. He is a smooth talker, but despite this is not generally a charismatic person. This is mainly normally due to his appearance.
Biography: When Lewis was born, he grew up into a rich family and was generally a very privileged child. However all the way through his life, he had always appreciated his luck. Through his childhood he was brought up in a private school. He didn't make any friends at all there however. He considered them all as snobs and refused to socialise with them. In his spare time he used to use his money to help more needy children. At one point, he even tried to live as a poor child to help him sympathise with the children he tried to help. When he reached the age of 16, he had had enough of the people at his school and left the school. He spent some time at home, until eventually his parents told him he needed to go back to school. He refused and ran away from home to do more research into the lives of the poorer life and tried to provide more services to them. He spent another two years in large cities on the streets with the poor. After this stretch of time, he had improved the lives of many. Finally, he decided to return home to see how his parents had coped. When he returned home, he found a condemned house. The windows were smashed, the door was boarded, Ivy had grown all over the walls and the roof had been destroyed somewhat. He needed to enter the house. He made his way in through the roof and found an empty house. He searched for signs of his parents, but only found blood splatters and white chalk lines in the shapes of humans. He knew what had happened. Just as he was about to leave the house and ask the police about what had happened, he heard a loud thud behind him.
"Who are you?" He asked as he turned.
He froze, somewhat stunned. A man wearing a black mask, with nothing but two eye holes. He was also wearing a black suit. He looked smart. He had a heavy build with broad shoulders. He walked slowly towards Lewis,
"What happened to your parents is a shame," He said in a deep voice, "But I know who did it."
Lewis didn't care who this man was, he just wanted answers, "Who? Who did it?"
"I can't tell you...well, maybe I could, but on one condition." The man replied.
"WHAT?"
"You train with me for one year. You train with me until you can defeat the culprit."
Lewis hesitated. He knew nothing about the man, but somehow, he seemed trustworthy. He thought about it for a moment, before saying, "Ok."
Slowly, the man removed his mask to reveal his face to Lewis. Lewis had never seen him before, but now he seemed even more trustworthy.
"The man who killed your parents is Victor Lysander." He said with a smile on his face.
Lewis felt rage passing through his body. He knew who Victor Lysander was. He was the man who Lewis had dedicated most of his time away to. The person who's life he had improved the most.
"Where is he? How do you know it was him?" Lewis said.
"He has a safe house somewhere not too far from here, but not too hasty, you must train first. He is dangerous. I know it was him, because he left a note with his signature. And I believe that you have a note with his signature too?"
Lewis remembered the thank you letter that Victor had given to him. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the signature.
"Show me the note!" Lewis said to the man.
The man pulled a note out of his breast pocket and gave it to Lewis.
The note read while this may seem stupid to you Lewis, it is just amusement. When you come after me, I will kill you too!
Lewis closed the note in his hand. The signatures matched.
"Damn him..." Lewis said, "But why would he do this?"
"He's a mad man Lewis. I knew him. He was once my best friend. That's how I knew he gave you that note. He told me all about you."
"That explains you knowing my name too. But what's yours?"
"Trident."
"Weird name..."
"It reflects a lot about me Lewis. Come, I'll explain everything."
Lewis spent the next year of his life training with Trident, discovering his powers and everything about what had happened to his parents. Then once he had finished his training, he finally killed Victor. However, this did not make him happy. This made him angrier than ever. He had found out that Trident had forged the note from Victor and had been the true culprit of his parent?s death. Trident had hated Victor for a false accusation of murdering Trident's parents. This was not true however. Lewis slaughtered Trident, unleashing his full rage. He took serious injury in the fight, but he didn't care. He deserved it as far as he was concerned. After he killed Trident, he realised what he was. A murderer. So he dubbed himself 'Slayer'.
For the next 5 years of his life he was an idle figure in the shadows of society. He spent his time deciding what to do with himself, completely outcast from the rest. But then he decided. He would put himself in a life or death situation to decide whether he was worthy to live. He threw away all of his valuables except for some water and a bag of food. He threw himself into a desert into a desert in the middle of nowhere to see if he survived. In the desert he found a small base that held a group of people. He was curious and decided to investigate. Upon reaching the entrance, he was shot at. He made his way out of the base and thought about it. He was going to get in there no matter what. He had had to disarm one of the guards. Excellent. He took a risk and teleported to him. The first thing he felt was a bullet to the arm.
"Gah!"
He teleported a knife to his hand and morphed it into a long spear like shape and lashed out. There was no one left in the room, but Lewis was shocked.
"Fuck..."
There was an enormous missile in the room. He ran to the terminal in front of it and tried to use it. It was locked. A password lock. Lewis grinned. He began to kick in the side of the terminal with all his might. A piece of metal on the side came off. He stuck his hand inside and grabbed the wires. He then reformed the wires in the terminal. When he went to use the terminal again, there was no password, but all of the data was corrupt. Except for the timer.
"Shit..."
The timer to launch was counting down from 30 to 0.
Lewis ran towards the missile and touched the side. He knew that reforming it would set it off, so he quickly flashed outside the base and mustered all his energy to flash the bomb with him. The bomb appeared in the air and he rolled out of the way and ran. The rocket would not be at the right angle to launch, but would still explode. Lewis ran and ran, but when he felt the force of the fire behind him, he flashed to a safe distance. It was then that he collapsed.
He woke up a time later to find himself still in the middle of the desert. He climbed to his feet and turned. The enormous crater in the ground made him chuckle slightly. He sighed and decided to continue on his journey.
A long year later, he found his way out and refreshed himself, keeping some of his new rotten look. For the next three years of his life, he dedicated himself to fighting for his own cause, sometime bringing men to justice, and sometimes murdering people for a reason that was too petty to even be considered, but never truly becoming good or evil.
