Stryfe And Serenity

He's the darkness, sorrow, feeding off the downtrodden laced sadness. Near empty soul masking his depression, you don't want his rageful transgressions.Seemingly evil,or chaotic neutral. Child of the night, god among men, plays with and travels through the shadows. Fear brings him might. Watch his shadowy tendrils, or use of it as if the hardest black carbon, thrown like needles, made to blades, thinnest wall to block tank fire cannon fodder. Throws black lightning causing a severe depressing agony. Practically unstoppable without the use of the sun or UV lights. Though he may be active during the day, his powers hardly diminish by the unconcentrated sun. However without his sunglasses, he'll quickly go blind to the light, his body will ache. There seems to be no end to his abilities and constructs. How he got these powers are a mystery. Born with them? Maybe implanted by some laboratory looking at too many cartoons? Imagine the combined powers of Raven, Shade, Nightmare, Celty, Pride, Venom, and other dark users combined.

Always been an outcast, seething misanthropy fueled by loneliness and the despair of a seemingly destined fate. If they won't love him, surely they'll fear him. That fear and the hate feeds him anyway. His abilities honed to an unstoppable force, daylight became a simple annoyance. He lives only for himself and to decimate those that oppose, refuse to give him his true desire. Harbinger of chaos and anarchy. Nobody ever learns to stand down, SWAT and military constantly opposes him, losing count of how many armored trucks and tanks he's cleaved, how many bodies left slaughtered in the fray. Day after day his humanity slips more and more as he accepts his fate as number one enemy, it's too late to change. His dreams of friends and love, so far from grasp. Nobody really knows him outside his armor, when he's walking around dressed goth in dapper carbon black of his own construct. Sitting in a bookstore, or restaurant wearing an empty smile, trying not to show his fangs. Desperate for human interaction, a reason to do some good, prove he's worthy of love. Fail after fail on every dating website. Rage is the only thing keeping tears at bay. Hidden behind a stoic, oluf attitude. Often questioning if such hate, revenge, is even worth holding on to this plain of existence. Simply wanting solace, to feel whole. He's done enough plundering to live comfortably, his partner would not ever want for anything.

She's a child of the light, all that is pure, a herald for justice. She's joy and happiness, always fighting for what's right. Casting away evil with bright beams. She doesn't believe in fighting for the sake of it, rather not using her powers at all, teacher of pacifism. Righting wrongs is what fills her. Goddess among men, of the light and sun. Her light constructs seem unparalleled. She keeps great responsibility with her power, using it only when needed. She doesn't know how she got them, just that she has them. Basking in the sunlight, solar powered, a sense of duty keeps her going. She's proficient with her powers, hardening what appears to be light in to blades, shields, beams of varying consistencies of burning and concussive forces. She can heal wounds and breathe a bright burning fire. Seemingly one dimensional, looking at the world black and white, wanting nothing but for the good to prevail over evil is her desire and life's work. A slight fear of the dark, for as the sun rest, brings about a sudden drowsiness. She's honed herself to the point where it no longer brings her nausea and her powers spark out.

She's adored by all. Maybe not all, though she has a decent social life, acquaintances and a small circle of friends. Keeping a righteous attitude, her life is pretty much complete as she tries to live a fulfilling life. Not aware that something is missing. Believing her sense of purpose is all she needs, she keeps a low profile and keeps to herself. Knowing for certain she's unparalleled in power, showing restraint and mostly limiting her appearances. Despite lighting up peoples day when Serenity makes an appearance. Not knowing how she came to be, wondering if there are others and why they hide so much if there are. Everyday she's thankful of her existence, blessed with all she has and the purpose she gives. She hears them whenever she streaks through the sky like a ray of hope. Other than that; she just enjoys hanging out with friends, going to the mall and whatnot. She's safed monetary offerings and donations to buy herself a home and give her self a better life.