The Dusk *application*

-Basic-

Name: The Dusk
Secret identity: Terry Graves
Race:Human.
Age:19
Day Job: Pizza man, forensic student.
Character alignment: Neutral Good

-Likes and Dislikes-
THIS IS OPTIONAL
Likes: Company, long drives, homing his skills.
Love: His deceased fiancé, fighting criminals, his best friend Lance Dugan.
Dislikes: Cheaters, Relationships, his job.
Hate: Criminals, abusive husbands, anyone who brings danger to women.
Fear: Failure, (mainly of failing to protect his loved ones).
Passion: Criminology, crime shows, fighting.

-Appearance-

Appearance: New User
Hight: 5,8
Weight: 172

-Important Info-

Personality:He is social, but very reclusive to do so since the death of his fiancé. He acts joyfully happy, but it is a facade for those who he cares about. He can be a bit of a romantic, but refuses to enter relationships as he still feels bound to his fiance.
Background: Terry Graves was a young high school student, growing up with the higher class of thieves. His father, Harold Graves, was a master thief, stealing the highest jewelry while training his only son to follow in his footsteps. Terry saw no harm; he profited greatly from the sales of the expensive necklaces, rings, etc. That is, until one night.
Terry had been involved greatly with his girlfriend, Amy Brock and asked her to marry him soon after graduation. She agreed, but would not have the ceremony until Terry quit his midnight prowls with his father. Terry refused, insisting that he could spend the money on the ceremony. Amy was torn up by his decision and wept. Terry ventured out into the night to steal priceless jewels from a mansion. On the way out, Amy suddenly showed up, blocking their escape. Terry tried to reason with her, but Harold became quickly frustrated and shot her for interfering. Terry was caught, but was given amnesty for his crimes if he lead to his father's capture. That night, Terry was visited from the supernatural plane by a "madame" who bound his body to a paranormal suit that granted him all the powers of a spirit. The "Madame" insisted that he go find his father, and punish him for murdering an innocent. He confronted his father at the dealers and wiped out the whole gang and took his father in, letting him live out of mercy.

-Powers -
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SuperPowers:Ectoplasm (he can fire it from the backs of his hands, as sort of a sticky substance), transparancy (he can pass through solid objects),gliding, (he can extend a cape attached to his arms and fly), incredible leaping ability (can leap several stories high), invisibility (can be come undetectable to the human eye), enhanced senses (can see and hear things twice as much),super strength (can lift heavy objects, but not cars or heavier), retractability (he can retract his suit since it is bound to him, but he doesn't have any of his powers if its not out), safety (his suit takes care of his bodily functions like breathing while in the suit).

-Weapons andEquipment's-

Weapon(s): Ectoplasm

Equipment(s): His Suit

-Roleplay Sample-

Roleplay Sample: "YOU BASTARD!" I scream, tossing him through the window. My father yelps as his face begins to bleed from glass shards. "What the hell do you want?! What'd I do?!" He groans. I take him firmly between my claws. I squeeze the back of his neck and lift him from the shattered window and use his head as a jackhammer as I slam him into the brick wall. He slumped down to the floor, gasping for his bearings. My legs stepped over him and I kneeled face to face with my torment, my hate, my father. "You took away my life...my love," I growl, my hand clamping his bloodied face and tossing him across the cement floor. Harold Graves yells out as he hears his left arm break under the force. "You took away your son's fiancé! YOU TOOK AWAY HIS LOVE!" I scream, thankfully for the suit hiding my tears. I stride over and take him by the throat and thrust him against a support beam. My foot comes up in a thrusting kick, digging into his gut. He gargles on blood as he is sent flying through the steel beam. Pieces of metal cascade onto the floor as my vengeful steps guide me to my prey. My white eyes gaze down onto his beaten body. Pathetic, wheezing for a break from the torture. I let out all of my hate in one sigh. I turn my back on him, and walk with what's left of my pride towards the broken window. I extend my cape, and ready my legs to leap out into the night. My ears catch the sirens; they will be here in five minutes.
"H-hey! W-where are ya goin? Aren't ya gonna finish me?" The bold thief shouts at me. My horned head turns to him, caught off guard with the total disregard for my mercy. My mind ponders for a response while my heart battles the image of Amy's death. Her face flashes over and over, she wouldn't stop crying. Her scattered freckles stained with the waters of sorrow. She only looked at me, not her wound that was slowly taking her away from me. Her beautiful red hair matched the red flowing out of her chest. She gripped my hand tight, only muttering one thing. "Don't forget-" before fading from our world. I see her face everywhere I walk, everywhere I turn, she is my life. And she's gone. I should spread his guts across the walls for ending her. This floor should be painted red with the blood of this scum. He should be rotting in hell.
I stamp over to him; he makes no effort to back away. My clawed foot somps on his already injured chest, letting out some distinct cracks. He gargles, feeling a pain he's never felt before. The pain of loss. Yet, I could break every bone in his body and the pain would not be a minuscule amount of the pain I feel with her gone. I kneel down, taking his throat in my hand; my knuckles squeeze down.
Then I feel warm feeling in the back of my head.
"Let him go,"
"Why...He took you away from me!" I answer in my mind.
"This isn't you. This isn't us. I'm still here. I'm still with you. As long as you love me, I will always be in your heart. And no gun can take that away. No afterlife will hold me from you. I will always be here, protecting you, guiding you. When I promised to marry you, I promised to spend my life with you, and I very well intend to Terry,"

My grip loosens, and he falls to the floor, writhing in pain. The sirens are outside now. I quickly snap up and run for the window. My body leaps up into the shattered window.

"W-W-Why didn't you kill me..." He gasps for air through the blood loss. My head turns slowly for my white eyes to meet his blue ones.

"Because... Sometimes despite all the pain. We need to do the right thing. Despite wronging your son, you deserve to live again. Despite murdering his fiancé, you still deserve a chance at being human. Sometimes, you care too much . But maybe that's what we need in life. Someone there to overprotect us, someone to guard us when theres no danger. We need to be heroes, because heroes protect our loved ones. Love is why we fight. Love is why we do what we do. And I won't forget, just like she said. I won't forget . I won't forget... To love. I won't forget even when its so hard to.
I didn't kill you because I love you. I love everyone, even if its just a little bit. I care for every being on this planet. Just like Amy Brock did in all her glory. She was trying to tell me , "Don't forget to love." And I won't forget, not as long as I draw breath. I won't forget. I will continue to love and care. I will protect people just like I protected her. From dawn to DUSK, I will keep the hero the people need."

Without another word, I am gliding across the night sky.