EdwardWindsor

Standard Edward heroic stupidity

A crackling sky erupted and torched the ground between the ancient stones. Fork Lightning radiated out over head branching off and illuminating the sky. Quietus was here. Edward instinct taking over his left hand raised to his temple and as the reaches of his mind began to spread. His own telepathic defenses slipping over his would be allies like an ethereal blanket. His mission simple he would have to hold Quietus at bay for as long as he could muster. A stoic sentinel defending his allies for as long as he could hold this titanic force of chaos back. Like trying to hold back the tide but even a few seconds could be enough, it had to be enough. He had to try.

His mouth remained motionless as his focus remained inwards. His thoughts only on protection only giving him the smallest amount of concentration left to utter one mentally projected sentence.

"Attack now"

A burst of energy rippled through his body as the lightning struck him in the chest. His pain echoing through his mental protection projecting a wordless grunt to the mind of all his would be allies. His jaw clenched to the point of his teeth near shattering, his skin burning and his armor humming as the metal arced the sparking electrical current around his torso. Falling to one knee as his body fought to repair itself his mind near breaking point under the stress of the task and the overwhelming pain receptor response. His protection holding but for how long.

Somewhere beyond his thoughts, he could hear her like a whisper in the fog.

"We have done this before Edward. And it didn't work last time. Join me and I may let some of your friends live. Or at least not make you kill them. Remember Kid Devil?, Richter and Scion of Light."

Stoking the fires of Edwards anger, "use it" he told himself as he redoubled his focus. Hoping the others could do something to draw her focus even for a second to ease the mounting pressure on him. His body all ready starting to show signs of the mental strain.

Shadows howled and bared their teeth as they approached the helpless hero.

These streets were cold and wet. Edward hated the rain, nothing gave him away easier than water. But his desires didn't die with the fall of moisture. He would not rest till he got what he needed. He would just have to be smarter not rely purely on his physical attributes. Walking the street under a large hat and heavy jacket all appearance giving the form and style of gentlemen a gentleman of money even. All a facade, a sheep's clothing to cloak the wolf beneath a predatory deception. His stalking the streets of Whitechapel bringing shift solutions as always to his desire. As it had for many other men for years. But Edward didn't seek to spend his silver nor a copper. Why pay for what you can take for free.

Seeing the tell tale signs from the opening of a tavern Edward fell in behind a couple two steps behind as they moved to a more secluded location. Hearing them flirt and giggle as they haggled. A stern but flirtatious look struck Edward as the lady of Whitechapel starred to her would be customer and right past to his cloaked form. Ducking quickly into an offshoot of the alley and throwing his clothes off and over a collection of broken boxes. Moving quickly but carefully back towards the couple reaching them as they reached a secluded and run down hut lit by the light of a single candle in a window. A perfect location far enough from prying eyes and ears.

Stepping in quickly as in the throes of passion the door was kicked shut. A playful push threw the street worker on to a distressed mattress. Stepping forward to the mans back his hands clamped around his throat vice like, unnaturally strong and cruel. His strength lifting the half dressed man clear of the floor and snapping his neck in an instant. His body hitting the floor as Edward grip loosened Until now he hadn't heard the screams. Violent realization striking out across the womans face a red welt rising on her cheek. Her screams turning to terrified whimpers her eyes scanned the room looking for her attacker. Edward smiled as he stalked, his favorite game. The beauty of her fear only stoked his desire all the more.

Stepping close enough to whisper in her ear

"It's already over, accept your fate."

Her face suddenly whitening as shock rippled through her. A pulsing trickle cascaded from her throat as he pushed her down.

Hours passed before Edward woke in the early morning glow. His skin caked in a sticky scab like coating his desired satisfied for now.

"Time for breakfast"

waiting on arrow then will drop a post unless people want me to drop a filler post.

How to reflect the duality of two different characters under one name... split Av.

London

It's strange how when people can't see something they write it off as coincednce, a freak gust of wind. Something not sitting quite right or perhaps a brief unfelt tremor. But when things get a little darker these acts become vengeful spirits, demonic connections to some ethereal plane. But sometimes they are just cold calculated and sinister intent. Being unseen leads to a feeling of god like power. You want something you simply walk up and take it. Petty theft leading to darker more primal crimes. A nice pocket watch, a beautiful young woman either he could simply take if he wanted and Edward wanted plenty.

This woman was truly beautiful. Her face youthful and defined framed by great curls of amber hair. Any man would be happy to have her on his arm. But Edward wasn't a gentleman and his intentions were as unchivalrous. Following her like her shadow waiting for a quiet spot stalking her. Smiling as he walked for what seemed like miles. A rampant animalistic lust taking over as she turned into an alley.

Predatory instincts taking over. Her beauty sprayed with blood as her face connected with the wall. Dazed as his cold ghostly hand grasped around her neck. Squeezing tightly blocking the scream deep in her throat. His other hand tearing at her clothes. She struggled, her hands reaching for the unseen hoping to somehow grasp at her attacker. Finding only air.

His lusts satisfied Edward walked away laughing as she lay broken on the alley floor. Just a voice on the wind. Another Beauty added to his collection.

Edward ran through the streets dipping through the traffic. Rotating his hips to sway around a kings-cross bound night bus, bursting past an apparently never ending stream of black taxis. Focussing not only his body on its rapid redirection but his mind also channeling the shockwave his speed generated skywards. His sonic boom bouncing skywards and crackling like thunder across the open sky. Tactical telekinetic windbreakers shielding his every move across the surface till the bustle of city streets broke into windy country roads. Mere seconds were taken to clear the modern metropolis before reaching the ancient monument of circled stone. A location he knew well due to its links with the myths of Avalon and the origins of his famous and now lost blade the blue flame. A brief reflection of the good old days shifted across his mind before the name and the events re-gifted to him took hold.

"Quietus"

Looking down at his hands he could feel the blood once more. The grass and stone sliding away to a sea of shattered glass and broken metal. Littered with the bodies of the innocent. Their killer reflected in the remnants of a broken down bus top. Himself.

"Never again"

Telepathic pulses notified him of others near their minds not entirely open to him but close enough to feel without mental aggression and invasiveness.

Faces he knew faces he didn't encircled by the ancient stone. Nodding to those he recognized letting out a smile as he spotted what looked to be Lockheart tech. Inquisitively asking which of the iconic family of champions stood alongside him once again.

"Sarah, Chevie ? its Edward. It's good to see you"

His mind pulsing as he sensed great evil among them.

Undisclosed location

Edward didn't stir in his restless sleep so much as he violently shook the entire bed. Some nightmarish dream or a distant memory goading his tired body into telekinetic enhanced and biological gifted outbursts. His discomfort bringing a rude awakening as the framework of his bed finally gave up the ghost crumpling, spilling Edward onto the floor jarring him into a state between dream and fully awake.

"Ahhhhhhh"

Shaking his head as he pulled the remnants of his bed away from his sheets before stumbling like a sleepy child toward the comfort of his sofa. Sitting for a moment in his boxers, his torso draped with his duvet as he sipped at a freshly brewed tea. This calm reflection as far a contrast from his sleep as he could imagine. The silence and darkness of the night calming him as he rested. Hours passing as his tired nodding finally a pathed way to a more peaceful sleep. His deep dreamless sleep broken by a sudden warm glow. An orb floated magically in the space above his lounge table.

A tired hand with outstretched fingers reached towards the ball. For a second nothing happened and then it moved. The light flowing like water over his skin a glowing milkiness rushed from his fingertips towards his shoulder creeping towards his neck before vanishing at the base of his skull.

His eyes opened widely as his body shot to a standing position. Pure telepathic lightning whizzed around his mind as if it was frantically rewiring itself. Images, names whirled through him and finally as the storm began to subside a message.

"Get to Stonehenge"

Pictures flew from the wall, plates, and cutlery scattered to the wind as the prince of power shot around his lodgings at in human speed, gathering his dusty gear before once again strapping on the infamous union jack armor. Stretching for a second to warm up for a taste of his true speed as he walked to the door and street below.

The remnants of the night before fading at the dawn of a new day as he set off towards Stonehenge.

Basic stuff[

Edward Windsor is a genetically engineered mutant bred from royal stock. Fought as a hero for a few teams but most famous as a member and eventual leader of the COP's.

Powers

Telepathy. Trained in mind infiltration and thought extraction as well as psi combat including partial brain paralysis attacks on multiple areas of the brain and invasive body control.

Telekinesis- Has demonstrated the ability to lift and crush objects with around 5 metric tons of force as well as complex tasks such as lock picking and sword fighting with great control. Creating walls of telekinetic energy and manipulating them for various purposes, redirection of forces dampening of impacts etc.

Super Speed- Clocked at running Mach 2 or 1522 mph, at full speed he creates a miniature sonic boom. Traveling well beyond the realms of a normal human vision and well ahead of his own sonic boom making detection by sight or sound is well beyond any normal person.

Super Strength -Can lift and move at maximum speed a weight no more than 15 tonnes. Has shown striking power far greater than maximum lifting weight when combined with his raw speed. Exact numbers for striking force were incalculable with modern testing equipment but gathered to be more than potent enough for any threat.

Healing Factor- Can consciously repair any potentially fatal body injury within a matter of a day or so depending on severity. Reports of repairing from bullet and knife wounds are in the minutes and broken bones in hours.

Agility and Reactions- Years of performance and martial arts training enabling reactions and agility far greater than a normal human due to his superior genetics. Demonstrated the ability to perform advanced acrobatic combat maneuvers to dodge firearms from point black range and react and counter attacks within microseconds.

@contingency: lol true. What can i say Cassius took off