Endre Darren |
Ability Focus:
Healing: Low Accuracy: Average Reflexes: Average |
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Endre spent most of his life on the streets of Taopleco. By the his first year of high school, he was sucked into the gang life. The group referred to themselves as the Renegades and when he looked at them, he saw courage and power in their eyes. They killed without mercy, and stole for their own fortunes. Endre didn't care much for the bloodshed and money at first; he only wanted power. In order to gain power, he had to accept the gold and glory. Endre wanted his enemies to shake beneath his boot, beg and plea for mercy and freedom, weep for all the mistakes they made by touching him -- and he did just that. One by one he killed the four boys that bullied him through middle and the start of high school. Bullied is an understatement. They'd wave their knives around and grin maniacally at him, whispering how they'd cut him up and leave him to the dogs.Oh, how the tables turned. Endre too gained power, gifted by the Renegades. As a low ranked gang member, Endre had to be given permission to kill, and he was given the green light to spill red. They figured he'd get himself killed along the way.
Endre used one of the Doberman hounds to track them down, and it led him right into enemy gang territory. "So they're in a gang..." he discovered their source of power. Right there, on enemy streets, Endre slew the boys one after another and left their bodies for the scum rival gang. It wasn't that Endre had more power than the boys at the time, no. He had something else on his side. Fear. He remembered everything it was that he was so afraid of and embraced it all, converting it to be his own courage. They would fear him just as he once feared them.
When Endre returned, many were surprised he only had a few cuts and bruises instead of a bullet to the brain. Nevertheless, he returned to daily life as a member, but his entire attitude shifted. He began to walk around like he owned the place, and even though he was still only a kid, he had to be put in his place and sent a reminder to keep his head down. He was jumped by a group of his own gang members, left with a bruised and bloodied face as well as a cracked rib -- oh yes, he would never forget the one who wore the steel-toed boots. He laughed at the pain. Most likely it was a response to the shock of it all, but it still disturbed the members who did the beating. They left him there in his mental stage of choking laughter and deranged grin. Endre didn't return to gang life right away, but when he did, he was ignored. People weren't sure what they should do. They didn't want a psycho in their company. There was talk of removing him permanently, but before they could even speak of possible ways to do such, the Crimsons came. Roles switched and positions moved, and before they knew it, they were completely on board with the Crimsons and their mission. Deals were made, and the Crimsons helped flush out the rival gang and placed the Renegades at the top, or at least as high as it possibly was for a gang of the streets could be, and in return the Renegades would aid the Crimons in their takeover. The two would rise together. While this went on, Endre was shut down. The new authorities saw how he behaved and heard what he had to say, and let him be. He'd fit right in.
Steadily, Endre went further and further with his new control of fear until it somebody's overpowered his. Endre took part in the looting of a store in the East, and watched how the Crimson Chromas with him recklessly kill all witnesses. They sprayed bullets and slit throats without even a bat of the eye. It wasn't the same as the Renegades he knew. These people killed with a smile, not because they were forced to live this way by the streets. They smiled because they were happy to kill these "blue urchins." He had no clue what they meant by this. After watching these beasts kill, he realized it was no different than how he had killed. Endre stepped back, and took what sense of humanity he had lost before it could completely slip away.
Endre was 19 when he was given the perfected chroma gaze and he could now see what they called "blue urchins" and "yellow imps." They seemed almost disappointed when they didn't see the killer's spark in his eye any longer, and wonder where the Red Killer went. Now 24 years old, Endre has grown since his episodes of insanity occurred, but they are still apart of him, and he knows it. That same mentalist dwindles somewhere deep inside him, and it's only a matter of time before someone finds the key to reviving him.
Endre has dark, messy hair and fair skin. He's grown much since his string-bean preteens, now 5'11 and has a broad chest and firm arms.
Endre used one of the Doberman hounds to track them down, and it led him right into enemy gang territory. "So they're in a gang..." he discovered their source of power. Right there, on enemy streets, Endre slew the boys one after another and left their bodies for the scum rival gang. It wasn't that Endre had more power than the boys at the time, no. He had something else on his side. Fear. He remembered everything it was that he was so afraid of and embraced it all, converting it to be his own courage. They would fear him just as he once feared them.
When Endre returned, many were surprised he only had a few cuts and bruises instead of a bullet to the brain. Nevertheless, he returned to daily life as a member, but his entire attitude shifted. He began to walk around like he owned the place, and even though he was still only a kid, he had to be put in his place and sent a reminder to keep his head down. He was jumped by a group of his own gang members, left with a bruised and bloodied face as well as a cracked rib -- oh yes, he would never forget the one who wore the steel-toed boots. He laughed at the pain. Most likely it was a response to the shock of it all, but it still disturbed the members who did the beating. They left him there in his mental stage of choking laughter and deranged grin. Endre didn't return to gang life right away, but when he did, he was ignored. People weren't sure what they should do. They didn't want a psycho in their company. There was talk of removing him permanently, but before they could even speak of possible ways to do such, the Crimsons came. Roles switched and positions moved, and before they knew it, they were completely on board with the Crimsons and their mission. Deals were made, and the Crimsons helped flush out the rival gang and placed the Renegades at the top, or at least as high as it possibly was for a gang of the streets could be, and in return the Renegades would aid the Crimons in their takeover. The two would rise together. While this went on, Endre was shut down. The new authorities saw how he behaved and heard what he had to say, and let him be. He'd fit right in.
Steadily, Endre went further and further with his new control of fear until it somebody's overpowered his. Endre took part in the looting of a store in the East, and watched how the Crimson Chromas with him recklessly kill all witnesses. They sprayed bullets and slit throats without even a bat of the eye. It wasn't the same as the Renegades he knew. These people killed with a smile, not because they were forced to live this way by the streets. They smiled because they were happy to kill these "blue urchins." He had no clue what they meant by this. After watching these beasts kill, he realized it was no different than how he had killed. Endre stepped back, and took what sense of humanity he had lost before it could completely slip away.
Endre was 19 when he was given the perfected chroma gaze and he could now see what they called "blue urchins" and "yellow imps." They seemed almost disappointed when they didn't see the killer's spark in his eye any longer, and wonder where the Red Killer went. Now 24 years old, Endre has grown since his episodes of insanity occurred, but they are still apart of him, and he knows it. That same mentalist dwindles somewhere deep inside him, and it's only a matter of time before someone finds the key to reviving him.
Endre has dark, messy hair and fair skin. He's grown much since his string-bean preteens, now 5'11 and has a broad chest and firm arms.