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Name: Kromas Ndorai
Nickname: 'Wandering Exile','Prince of Smoke'
Species: Daemon Wolfsky
Alignment:None (Acts from his own ideals)
Appearance: (See profile picture of 'Exile') Purple eyes, long coat, black mask with red tribal tears beneath the eyes. All other clothing is average military clothing, in dark gray.
Weaponry:Ascent and Descent, his holy sickle and unholy M1911 Pistol, both custom fitted and able to interface with his smoke powers.
Powers:Smoke manipulation, being able to turn to smoke, or use smoke as a both defensive tool and offensive weapon.
History: After being exiled from hell long ago, Kro set out upon his own motives. Now that the war is upon the world, he finds himself unable to support any one side, and instead forges his own path, torn between revenge and purpose.
Personality: Kro treats his enemies with respect, but won't hold back if he must. He often neglects communication, instead citing flight or flight as his primary response. Thinking tactically, he tries to plan ahead, often ending up in miscalculations.
Weakness/Strength:While being very fast, mobile and able to reach advantageous areas easily, Kro can not use his smoke for too long without stressing his body beyond it's limit, and also is susceptible to gunfire and sound suppression. Apart from that, being unknown to most modern beings mean he is not very well known.
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Ammo? Check...
Supplies? Check...
Mask?...
Kro picked up his mask, twirling it around, and placed it onto his face.It clipped into place, same as always. Heh, it never changed.
Check.
Satisfied with his gear, Kro headed to the door. Slowly, he opened it, and emerged out into the world he had grown so close to. Trees, building, overly excitable morons... Yep, it was all here. With that thought, he headed out onto the block, and began walking along the road. He juggled a small, swirling ball of smoke in one hand.
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