Name: Xavier Talmon
Hero/Villain Name: Bierre Dante Lionhart
Age: 26
Height: 6’0
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:
Power Source: Demonic energies and satanic rituals
History: Xavier was bullied as a kid and people always seemed to enjoy picking on him. When he was young he was commonly called a nerd and couldn’t go a day without someone bullying him. As he made his way through middle school he began to hate the people around him even his parents. His parents were never home always out to work or on the weekends drinking. He managed to find a small group of friends once he entered High School. They accepted him for who he was and spent time with him not once telling him what to do, how to think, or who to be. The best part was he enjoyed being around them just thoroughly enjoyed being with his new friends. These friends slowly changed and started to dress in all black. They wore pants with chains on them and large spikes as well as red clothes. It took him a while to notice but when he had them over and his parents called them Goths it was all clear. He had heard the term before but never knew his friends were Goths. Soon people started to pick on them as they always did with him. He hated people more and more and slowly found himself dressing in large black pants draped out with chains and studs as well as dyeing his hair black and painting his nails black. He became a Goth as well and before too long found himself in the center of a pentagram surrounded by his friends. Each one sitting at the point of a star holding a black candle. The pentagram had been drawn in goat’s blood and Xavier sat willingly as they chanted. This was a ritual they had found that should raise a demon to destroy those who had plagued them. They were to use a human sacrifice and Xavier was the first to offer. He knew he might die but he just couldn’t keep living with the retarded masses of this world. As the ritual finished the pentagram shrank and was absorbed by Xavier’s body. On the back of his neck the blood formed into a sort of tattoo. The tattoo was an upside down pentagram with three sixes formed in a circle in the center of the pentagram. Xavier awoke the next day and all of his friends were dead around him. He was sent off to prison for murdering his friends. No physical evidence was found, no murder weapon, and each one had died of natural causes, but because the boy’s hair was black and his clothes that of a Goth the boy would never be accepted as innocent. He was revealed as a Satan worshiper and not a single soul would listen to his plea of innocence. Xavier did indeed kill his friends but it was not his fault. Through the years in prison the poor boy who was nothing more than a victim of society changed. He grew more and more hateful of man-kind and seemed to find himself playing in his cell every night. He would send pleas to his Dark Lord and promised to bring souls to his Satanic father. One night he awoke his hair draping to his waist and his tattoo burning on the back of his neck. He looked in the mirror. The marks and gruff that had came to his face over the years in prison were gone. Now the face a beautiful man looked back at him. His eyes were bright blue and his hair was an elegant draping black. He smiled as his laugh rang through the halls. People began to scream for him to shut up and the guards soon came to his cell, “Who the hell are you!?” They shouted as they knew Xavier was the one in the cell. The new being looked to them and in a voice not of this earth said, “I am Bierre Dante Lionhart and tonight is the last night either of you two will spend free.” Dante smirked and lunged forward grabbing each of their necks. On their necks where his hands had been remained a symbol of the 666 marking. The men’s souls were now condemned to hell. Dante slammed their heads together and made his escape. He managed to free himself of this human jail and looked down to his hands. “This world is rotten. Human’s have no business thriving off of destruction. I will send all of them to hell where they belong.” Through his travels he bought his new attire and bought special gloves from a Witch Doctor from a far off land. These gloves were powerful enough to prevent Dante’s curse from effecting who ever he touched. Though once he removed the gloves his hands were his weapons again.
Hero/Villain Name: Bierre Dante Lionhart
Age: 26
Height: 6’0
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:
Power Source: Demonic energies and satanic rituals
History: Xavier was bullied as a kid and people always seemed to enjoy picking on him. When he was young he was commonly called a nerd and couldn’t go a day without someone bullying him. As he made his way through middle school he began to hate the people around him even his parents. His parents were never home always out to work or on the weekends drinking. He managed to find a small group of friends once he entered High School. They accepted him for who he was and spent time with him not once telling him what to do, how to think, or who to be. The best part was he enjoyed being around them just thoroughly enjoyed being with his new friends. These friends slowly changed and started to dress in all black. They wore pants with chains on them and large spikes as well as red clothes. It took him a while to notice but when he had them over and his parents called them Goths it was all clear. He had heard the term before but never knew his friends were Goths. Soon people started to pick on them as they always did with him. He hated people more and more and slowly found himself dressing in large black pants draped out with chains and studs as well as dyeing his hair black and painting his nails black. He became a Goth as well and before too long found himself in the center of a pentagram surrounded by his friends. Each one sitting at the point of a star holding a black candle. The pentagram had been drawn in goat’s blood and Xavier sat willingly as they chanted. This was a ritual they had found that should raise a demon to destroy those who had plagued them. They were to use a human sacrifice and Xavier was the first to offer. He knew he might die but he just couldn’t keep living with the retarded masses of this world. As the ritual finished the pentagram shrank and was absorbed by Xavier’s body. On the back of his neck the blood formed into a sort of tattoo. The tattoo was an upside down pentagram with three sixes formed in a circle in the center of the pentagram. Xavier awoke the next day and all of his friends were dead around him. He was sent off to prison for murdering his friends. No physical evidence was found, no murder weapon, and each one had died of natural causes, but because the boy’s hair was black and his clothes that of a Goth the boy would never be accepted as innocent. He was revealed as a Satan worshiper and not a single soul would listen to his plea of innocence. Xavier did indeed kill his friends but it was not his fault. Through the years in prison the poor boy who was nothing more than a victim of society changed. He grew more and more hateful of man-kind and seemed to find himself playing in his cell every night. He would send pleas to his Dark Lord and promised to bring souls to his Satanic father. One night he awoke his hair draping to his waist and his tattoo burning on the back of his neck. He looked in the mirror. The marks and gruff that had came to his face over the years in prison were gone. Now the face a beautiful man looked back at him. His eyes were bright blue and his hair was an elegant draping black. He smiled as his laugh rang through the halls. People began to scream for him to shut up and the guards soon came to his cell, “Who the hell are you!?” They shouted as they knew Xavier was the one in the cell. The new being looked to them and in a voice not of this earth said, “I am Bierre Dante Lionhart and tonight is the last night either of you two will spend free.” Dante smirked and lunged forward grabbing each of their necks. On their necks where his hands had been remained a symbol of the 666 marking. The men’s souls were now condemned to hell. Dante slammed their heads together and made his escape. He managed to free himself of this human jail and looked down to his hands. “This world is rotten. Human’s have no business thriving off of destruction. I will send all of them to hell where they belong.” Through his travels he bought his new attire and bought special gloves from a Witch Doctor from a far off land. These gloves were powerful enough to prevent Dante’s curse from effecting who ever he touched. Though once he removed the gloves his hands were his weapons again.
