Charon
Name: Gabriel Rivera
Nicknames: Gabe, Freak Show, Hooded Figure
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Logos: Kid from wrong side of the tracks
Mythos: Charon, the Ferryman of the River Styx
Personal Details:
Before Awakening: I was born and raised in the gritty streets of the City, not in the bright lights and glamor of Fortune Row or Downtown, but in the mean streets of La Colonia. My parents, Carlos and Maria Rivera, were both deep into the life, their allegiance to the streets was bought with blood and honor, at least that was what my dad told me. Growing up, I learned that nothing was for free and everything came at a price. If you wanted something, you had to fight for it and if you won, it was yours by right. I thought that was just how things where and despite the chaos that surrounded us, my parents did their best to shield me from the worst of it, filling our home with love and laughter. So, you can imagine the shock I felt when Uncle Cezar, a man who I thought of as family, killed both my parents in cold blood right in front of me. He would have done the same to me if not for my father blasting him right in the arm with a sawed off with his dying breath. Coward fled into the night.
Awakening: Amidst the chaos of sirens and screams, I knelt beside my parents' lifeless bodies, my heart heavy with grief and rage. As I reached out to touch their cold, still forms, I felt a surge of energy coursing through me, raw and primal. Shadows danced around me, twisting and coiling like serpents in the darkness. With a gasp, I saw my parents in front of me, their ethereal forms floating above their bodies. I could see them, even though the cops and paramedics could not. They told me everything, how Cezar wanted to rise up in the ranks, how he saw my dad as his stepping stone. It was the life, the real life and how it worked. I felt them drift away, their souls at peace.
After Awakening: As I stood amidst the wreckage of my shattered world, something inside me shifted. I understood the ugly truth of the so called 'Life' and what it did to families who were not so lucky to say their final goodbyes. I didn't, couldn't, let what happened to me happen to anyone else. I was going to tear down the infrastructure of violence, greed, and darkness that permeated through my neighborhood and beyond.
Themes
Mythos Theme: DIVINATION
Mystery: Where do the dead go?
Mythos Theme: BASTION
Mystery: And I still Alive?
Logos Theme: PERSONALITY
Identity: Life is hard, and you got to be harder
Logos Theme: Mission
Identity: I will crush the gang that killed my family
By touching the recently deceased, or a location were a death took place, I can summon a shade to answer questions.
Ever since that night, every cut, scrape, or gash seems to permeate ectoplasmic mist and the wound closes up by the next day.
I was raised in the toughest neighborhood in the city, where one slipup meant you were gunna be treated like a punk for the rest of your life.
Uncle Cezar is still out there. He's hiding, but he can't hide forever. In the meantime, his gang is ripe for the picking.
POWER TAGS
A: Converse with the dead
G: Hear the echo's of the dead
I: "See what I see"
WEAKNESS TAGS
A: Always Sad
POWER TAGS
A: Deathless Body
B: "Get behind me!"
C: Can't tell by looking at me
WEAKNESS TAGS
B: "No! I can't go to the hospital!"
POWER TAGS
A: Tough as Nails
D: Try their patience
G: Healthy Paranoia
WEAKNESS TAGS
C: Unapproachable
POWER TAGS
A: My dad's Sawed-Off Shotgun
D: Familiar with criminal operations
F: Passionate about stopping crime
WEAKNESS TAGS
B: Often outgunned
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