Real Name: Pierre LeBeau
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: The Plague Doctor
Title: The Bayou's Doctor Of Death
Alignment: Neutral
Age: Unknown rumored to be close to 128 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Mutant
Hair: Black
Eyes: White
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 pounds

Costume Description/Image: http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2010/105/0/8/Plague_Hunter_II_by_pyxelated.jpg

Character Description/Image: He's rarely seen without his mask and costume on but when he is he tends to wear a black hoodie with the hood always up to hide the scars on his face and his white eyes, he wears baggy blue jeans and black converses. Pierre carries himself with no confidence and tries to avoid attention from himself when not in his costume. Rather good looking despite his scars, he is lean and muscular.

Personality:
-- Suspicious of new people but willing to help if the price is right.
-- Always studying in both medicine and voodoo.
-- See the worse in everyone and it takes a long time to change his mind.
-- Lost hope in all of human kind.
-- Mean and sarcastic too anyone who doesn't know about the dark arts.
-- Feels death is the ultimate release from the boring day to day.
-- Hates sinners even though he quite often sins.
-- Very dark and twisted.
-- Somewhat of a loner but enjoys tricking people out of there money.

History: Pierre was born into a long line of witch doctors and surgeons leading all the way back to the middle century. Growing up in the bayou of New Orleans he never played with other kids even the ones he did know where afraid of him and his odd family. When he was 15 an alligator broke into the house and mauled young Pierre's face so nowadays he is never seen without his mask on. His family didn't believe in schools so his father would kill people and bring them back for Pierre to study his biology on. As he grew up his family made him practice magic and voodoo but he was too confident and casted a far to powerful spell that burned his home down and killed his whole family. After the accident he heard and saw things all the time that others couldn't, These spirits where the only ones Pierre felt he could relate too as he grew farther and farther from humanity. As he aged he found himself growing weaker and couldn't accept it using his rituals and sacrifices he found a way to no longer age, Now he lives off the money he gets from the foolish people who come to get there futures read but mostly off the land and what he can gather by himself. Hating the sinners that pollute his town when ever he feels the need to test out new spells or a new medical procedure he heads into town with his enchanted bow and night vision goggles plus many spells he knows to catch a sinner for studying.

Powers:
Black Magic -- Capable of summoning dark energy from his surroundings to shoot several small blasts that drain energy from the target to heal himself.
Dark Aura -- Drawing power from the sins and negative energy given off by the people nearby he creates an aura that surrounds his body that works as a shield against energy attacks or anything supernatural
Sacrificial healing -- Sacrifices a animal to the spirits of the Bayou that heals broken bones and severed limbs of himself or his allies.
Poisoned Dark Arrows -- Shoots poisoned arrows that are accelerated and slightly controlled with the use of his magic.
Bomb Orbs -- Produces orbs of dark energy that float around and last about 12 hours they explode on contact they can either put the target to sleep or poison them based on what kind of orb it is.
Supernatural Connection -- Can talk to the dead and see what they saw 24 hours before they died.



PowerGrid:
intelligence -- 4
strength -- 2
speed -- 5
durability -- 4
energy projection -- 4
fighting skills -- 3


Roleplay Sample: Rising up from the black cauldron of boiling frog legs and swamp water came a mist that shimmered and if you starred into it just right you could see all of the people partying in the town known as the Big Easy. Pierre felt disgust come across him as he saw all of the sinners drinking and partying, he wished that life everywhere could be as simple as life in the bayou. Looking around his small shack he saw that he was low on ingredients and would have to go out for mandrake root and chicken blood, both where useless ingredients to his real dark arts but if he wanted to impress the locals who were brave enough to came in asking for there futures read he needed to keep items around that the fools thought had supernatural energy. Spinning on his heels his long black coat stuck closely to his body as he walked through the thick velvet curtain and over the creaky floors boards into his back room where there hung from a rusty hook the body of a local con man who had tried to pick pocket Pierre, violence wasn't normally his thing but thief's and drunks made his stomach turn so removing one more hoodlum wasn't a big deal in his book. Spinning the body around a twisted smile from his thin lips stretched across the scarred face that was normally hidden under his ritualistic mask "A pity you went down so easy I was having fun testing new spells on you" He chuckled to himself finally sitting on the old rusty cot in the corner of the musty bug filled room where he laid back and picked up a large leather bound book on spells and rituals, he aimlessly flipped through the pages for several hours until the sun set. "Time to get to work" He said picking up his bow made of reinforced alligator bone that had protective runes carved into it and rushing out of the small shack.

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