IC: "You knew where it was well enough to get here but didn't know what it was called?" Tyrone asked, one eyebrow raised sceptically
OOC: New profile! This time I'm leaping on the magic-powers bandwagon
Name: Originally called Heart Beats with Anger, but this tends to stand out so he goes by Jimmy Twonames
Age: Other than 'old' he's no longer entirely sure
Faction: None so far
Power(S): Mutant power to absorb sources of magic. So if he were on a ley line he could tap into that, or if there were a sorcerer nearby he could suck a little juice from whatever spells were being slung. Or he could just cut out the middle-man and devour the sorcerer, thus ingesting his power on a more permanent basis. Well, technically he won't consume the whole sorcerer, just the blood. Maybe the heart as well if the unlucky victim is especially powerful.
By consuming the blood and occasionally flesh of other mages he can gain their power and abilities for about three or so hours (as long as it takes for him to digest his recent meal) before it wears off and he's back to being forced to leech off others. To get round this he uses the blood in ritualistic tattoos adorning his body, allowing him to store it for later use. They don't give him nearly as much of a kick as when taking direct from the source, but given they're his only option when facing non-magical adversaries they're sometimes his only choice.
He is adept at a number of arcane arts, and if fully juiced up can perform such feats as casting curses of varying properties upon a foe, changing his shape into that of any animal, manipulation of minds, and harming an individual via a facsimile of them. With only the tattoos he's limited to minor illusions and the odd pestilence, anything else drains him too fast
Appearance: Tall and gangly, like a human scarecrow. His normally copper-reddish skin is sallow and paled. His jet black hair is long but not neatly so, rather its messy in the fashion of someone who just has it long because they don't cut it. He likes long clothes like trenchcoats since they hide his various tattoos
Weapons: A knife of pure obsidian, black as night and forever sharp
Skills: Just making magic really
Personality: Surprisingly for someone who seeks out other mages to devour their hearts he doesn't regard himself as some dark messiah come to end the universe. He just sees what he does as how his magic works. Deal with it. He is, however, somewhat humourless and dour, and a little quick to anger. His usual immunity to magic has made him a little arrogant since he existed before the age of guns and mutants where magic was the main power
- Not especially strong and lacks any real hand-to-hand combat training.
- The greater part of his powers depends on other mages or sorcerers being near.
- As he has taken on more the role of destroyer and devourer, forms of magic that revolve around healing and new life (eg voodoo or wicca) have become anathema to him, and will bypass his absorption powers
Bio: Born in the south of what is now known as New Mexico, Jimmy was part of a wandering tribe of natives. The nomadic group had been slowly sickening and dying one by one, but no-one could identify the cause. At least until Jimmy started developing his mutant power. For you see there was a witch in the tribe, slowly sapping the life from those around him to extend his own supernatural life. And Jimmy was unknowingly tapping into those powers but without any kind of control. Unwittingly causing plague to whomever he was closest to, he was declared the witch and banished. He probably would have died alone in the deserts and mesas had the actual witch not intervened. Perhaps he had seen a useful ally and future acolyte. Perhaps he really had felt some pity for this child who had taken the blame. Either way he followed Jimmy, took him under his wing, brought him to a village full of witches who preyed on travellers passing through seeking trade or shelter. There he received tutelage, learning the ins-and-outs of this part of the world's brand of magic. And when he grew old and powerful enough he took on the most powerful witches in the village and consumed their power. It was rather hard to stop him considering he could just absorb anything they threw at him. He didn't have any personal vendetta against these elders, he just felt that he should rule as he was clearly the most powerful. He held sway over this village for a great many years, more than one human span of life, until the Twins came. They were self-proclaimed heroes come to free the area from this evil village, themselves using mutant powers, but Jimmy merely saw it as a form of magic he couldn't defend against. Scared and beaten he fled south, trusting in the harsh environment to deter pursuit. He ended up in strange lands ruled by strange people who wore the skins of cats and worshipped at man-made mountains in gore-fuelled ceremonies. Jimmy's own proclivities went well with those of the Aztecs, and it was with them he picked up his habit of devouring hearts to absorb every last trace of another sorcerer's power, and the tattoos to store that power longer. But the Twins were still on his trail, unwilling to let any skinwalker or antjjhnii live. With his powers bolstered Jimmy was more of a match for the pair, but in the end his reserves ran low and they got the best of him. Fleeing once again, he tried a more permanent way of evading their hunt. He found a lonely cave in the mountains and set a curse upon himself with what little power remained to him. To all intents and purposes he was dead, preserved and mummified by the conditions in the cave and his own magic. He was content to wait until the Twins were no more, awakening in a time less hostile to his kind. The recent arcane disturbances caused by Lucia Livania have made the present day that time...