Poison and Venom

Bane

Bane was a peculiar man. Powerful and striking. Large and dangerous. No one could penetrate his brute exterior and no one could pull back the mask guarding his mind. He liked it this way. He liked it his way. It had been 4 years since he began endulging in the venom. The numbness it gave his mind mixed with the adrenaline that married rage in the most exhilarating and dangerous way, gave him the strength he wanted, needed, and craved. No mere man, not just any meta nor vigilante, could stop him. After falling in love and getting crushed suddenly nearly 7 years ago, Bane had nothing but anger to hold onto. And with that anger grew hatred, and with hatred grew evil. Nothing and no one really mattered as to him and as long as his needs were satisfied there was really no need for monogamy.