Ambroise Asmonday
Male, Villain, The Fallen, Uptown
Mentalist Kit

Strength: Weak
Agility: Superior
Body: Weak
Mind: Superior

Orgin: You mortals and you games. Really. Why do you bother with these games of power? Your lives are fleeting, why spend the few moments you have in life toying with one another, stabbing each other in the back, and using one another when you could actually be enjoying your life, fucking each other like the insects you truly are. But don't let me be your judge. That is hardly my place in this world. Go about your buisness of cutthroat politics and economics. I only profit from your misuse of life. Oh? You find it bold and egotistical of me to make such a statement? Well yes, a man of my power certainly has to watch what he says, especially around company such as yourself... but then again, knowing who I am, my reputation is inherently spoiled. I'm surprised the populace would vote such a man as myself into Khazan's Senate, and I'm almost mortified at the condition of the populace that they would do it again... and again. Yes... I have made no attempt to hide the fact that I am from Hell iself, and that I hold the position of "Incubus" among the infernal legions. After all, it's such an imposing title, don't you agree? Why would I hide such a fact? But the positive exposure I have received... that is such a welcome surprise. It makes my job all the much easier.

Personality: While I'm truly flattered that the people of Khazan would elect me, I hardly find the position to be important. It is simply a means to an end and nothing more. You see, we of the immortal ilk are the ones that should be using others. We have eternity to waste away with games. You mortals, really, should be enjoying this. I simply don't understand the mortal need to prove oneself when true worth is measured post-mortum. I, myself, have nothing to hide. Yes, I fell when the other angels fell, and all that rot. I got over it. Why others dwell upon their current status, or dwell upon anything, is beyond me. Rather than spend eternity looking back at my former splendor, I made my new state of existence its own spledorous existence. Using my abilities to deliver pleasure and damnation... a truly enjoyable experience. I would neve trade it for... salvation.

The Trigger
Emotion Control, Supreme, Auto Hitting
Every soul holds desires-- desires that are both pure and corrupted. Most of these desires are rarely ever acted upon, making your lives miserable. Why do you hold these desires in, when your fantasies are but a thought away? Let me help you. Don't be shy. I oly wish to release you of you inhibitions, and allow you to be free. See? Isn't that far better than your previous state? What? You fear what is now present? You fear the perversity that is your true soul? Every lustful, decadent, violent, repulsive iota of this revelation is the true you! Revel in the fact that your own desires have no purity, no innocence, no justice. You are filth. Revel in the shit that is your soul.

The Release
Vibration, Standard, Ranged, Seeker, boosted to Superior with Mentalist
So you wish to hide from your true feelings, you sad being? Perhaps I can make you happy on a more... base level. Allow me to draw out your sensory capabilities. These base senses... they reveal nothing. I shall cast them aside, and show your body true sensation-- true pleasure. A sex and death coctail, mixed just for you. Why do you squirm and cry? You should be screaming out in extacy with the revelation of ultimate sensation! Is your mortal shell too weak to experience platonic joy? Does it shriek away from what true enjoyment feels like? Your flesh seems to want to leap from your carcass, mortal. Does the truth also frighten your flesh as much as it frightens your mind?

The Tradition
Gravity, Standard, Double Damage to Avatar, Multi Hit, boosted to Superior with Mentalist
Games must come to an end sometime, my friend. You have denied your inner self, and you have denied inner pleasure. Will you attempt to deny inner damnation as I render your body with my blade? Yes, the blade is one of the few things I don't publically acknowledge. To know I am an incubus is something that the public can only exploit so far. To know I possess a blade forged at the dawn of time which has the power to strike down supernatural forces... that is another. My enemies will surely take advantage of such knowledge, and thus you must fall to it...

Immunity: Detective
You say that I can't escape public knowledge? That what few shattering secrets I hold will be my downfall? You forget that I have friends in high and low places... if you pardon my pun. Besides, I could care less what you mortals know of my existence. I take no precautions as to who I fuck, man, woman, or otherwise. I kill without a thought, for if the truth does leak out, only fear and patronizing comes from such acts. My sanctity is secured, my friend. Now be silent as your fate is sealed.

Resistance: Avatar
Now you call out to your maker for mercy? You forget who you are dealing with. My duty, even if it is of the pits itself, is a duty with a purpose in this world. The whims of a mortal crying out to the very forces that allow me to live on is a worthless plea. You only ask that my eternal duty is ended without due cause. Now... be silenced forever...