Name: Dyer Cree
Alias: Delirium
Gender: Male
Age: Forgotten (looks to be 35)
Height: 6'2
Weight: 185 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Wanderer
Family: No known living relatives
Bio
Dyer had lived a normal life until his death, he was a math teacher at his local high school and had a wife and son. It was by no means a lavish or luxurious life, but he and his wife made enough to pay rent and buy the things that they needed with some to spare. However his life was cut short when he tried to break up a fight between some students, he didn't see the gun before it was too late.As he lay on the ground in an alley with the pool of blood he was in slowly growing and the sound of the students footsteps fading away, Dyer felt at peace. He was sad that he could never see his son or wife again, but he got the feeling that they would carry on without him. However as Dyer started to fade he felt hand clench his shoulders and start to pull him.
A searing burn of pain in his chest wrenched Dyer back from death and back to the land of the living. Dyer opened his eyes to find himself no longer in the alleyway but laying naked on the floor of a dark room. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond. In the dark room, there was no sound except millions of voices whispering, the voices didn't speak any language that Dyer knew but it was clear that they weren't coming for any being rather swirling in the darkness. When Dyer looked at where the pain that brought him back came from he saw only a small slit in his chest.At first, Dyer was confused until he heard a voice much louder the whisper say "Factum set uas in hoc homine.". The voices all stopped except for one, it only got louder and louder until Dyer thought that his head may explode. Then right where the slit was there would be an extreme amount of pain, then the whispers would come back. This would repeat it's self-countless more time with the pain only growing worse. It was only made worse by the feeling of something growing out of the hole in his chest, however, no matter the intensity of the pain or the amount of time that past Dyer could not physically pass out or go to bed.
Dyer would stay in this state for what would fill like thousands of years, until one day the whispers stopped and Dyer regained his ability to move. As Dyer was about to rise when he noticed the where the slit in his chest used to be there was now a sword that was impaled in his chest. When he got to his feet Dyer saw on one of the walls there was aa door that had only just appear. Willing to do anything to get out of this hell of a room, Dyer stumbled to the room the weight of the sword combined with the fact that he hadn't moved his muscles in what felt like an eternity. As he opened the door and ran out of it as fast as he could Dyer found himself in the same alley that he had died in, only now is was the middle of the night and there was no trace of any blood. Dazed and confused he only had one thought, to get back home.
When Dyer got to his house he found that all was left of it was a charred husk and a small burnt out candle next to a faded photo of his wife and son. Next to the photo was a date, the last day that Dyer could remember, the day that he died, that's when the blade in his chest started to speak to him. It blamed him for not being there to save them, or to at least to be there when they died, it fed off of Dyers guilt and sorrow until it was screaming at him. In a craze Dyer gripped the sword and pulled it out, that was the last thing he remembers.
Dyer woke up is the sewers covered in blood and the blade back in his chest, unsure of what he had done, but he knew that the blood was not his. Fearful of his uncontrollable strength Dyer stayed in the sewers only going up to steal food from gas stations. The only thing that kept him sane from the voices from the sword was a photo of his family that he found in the wallet. One day Dyer met a homeless old man who was taking shelter from a thunderstorm, Dyer tried to hide but the man spotted him and asked if he had any food to spare. Hoping that the man would go away Dyer threw a bag of chips and a bar his way, but the man just took this to mean the exact opposite and walked over. Before Dyer could run, the old man spotted the sword sticking out of his chest and asked Dyer if he was one of "those". Confused why the old man wasn't scared when he saw the sword in Dyer's chest he asked what "those" were.
"I see you must not get out much, I'm talking about the guys in spandex saving people from the bad guys." The old man said. Intrigued Dyer asked more about this heroes. The old man was happy to tell Dyer tales that's sounded like they came from books and movies, people picking up trains, stopping bank robberies, even saving the entire world from threats, but the rain let up shortly after and the old man left soon after. Dyer then decided that he would save as many people had he could to redeem himself for what he did that night.
Abilities
Without his sword, Dyer has no enhanced traits. He had no training but is in relatively good shape. He does have an extreme tolerance for physical pain due to him being tortured for so long. Most of his abilities come from his sword the Kuruosii
Kuruoshii
The Kuruoshii is a katana made of pure madness and suffering, it grows stronger the more of the emotion that are around it. The blade is formed after a brutal bonding ritual that few ever make it to the end of. Once bonded to a human it will grant the host enough strength to lift and throw a small car, it also gives them enhanced reflexes, speed, and stamina without the need for any sustenance. But the most powerful gift that it grants is an incredibly fast healing ability, the host can shake off most small arms in a matter of seconds with missing limbs taking at most a couple of hours. Even if the host is to be completely obliterated, after a few days they will slowly reform around the sword in an incredibly painful process. However if the host loses physical contact with the sword they lose all their abilities. The blade can easy be drawn from the host in order to be wielded but after it leaves its resting place the host's mind will be taken over by the blade. The host will then attack anyone in sight friend or foe until there is no living human left insight where the sword will then be put back into the host chest and the sword will lose control over the host. Being cut by the Kuruoshii will not only cut you but also it will cause you to hear to screams of anyone you've made suffer until either the sword is sheathed or destroyed. The sword will try to convince the host to draw it as much as possible by talking to them. The sword is indestructible while in contact with its host, but when it is alone it is no stronger than steel. When it is destroyed the sword will revert back to whisper and search for a new host. In theory, there is nothing Kuruoshii can't cut through provided that it has grown strong enough first.
Appearance
Because Dyer has a sword running straight through him, he makes no attempt to hide that fact. His outfit is only a pair of baggy cloth pants secured on his waist with a thick piece of rope, he cannot put on a shirt seeing how if he remove the sword he loses control. Dyer physically looks ill or sickly, his skin is taut and has a grey hue to it, he also is very skinny, making him look not unlike a walking corpse.
Personality
Dyer is mostly driven by the desire for redemption for something that he could not control. He will take responsible for whatever the sword does, because of that he only will draw it as a last resort. Dyer is kept in check by the fear of what would happen if he lost control in a densely populated area, so he choose's to either fight mostly at night or in enclosed places. He doesn't like to kill and will try if possible to always incapacitate his foe, but he will kill if a friend or civilian in in risk. Because Dyer has already died once he does not fear it, this can cause him to rush into battles that he has little or no chance of winning if he feels its the right thing to do. Dyer is mostly withdrawn from the rest of the world, choosing to avoid groups of people unless necessary, he will, however, team up if he feels that it is to do something that he could not do alone. This is mostly the work of the Kuruoshii constantly whispering to him, Dyer has learned to block most of it out but if he loses concentration it will come back and try to convince him to draw it, no matter where he is. Dyer wishes to get rid of the blade but knows that it is his only way to redeem himself, this forces him to use a weapon that grows on the very thing he wishes to rid the world of.
Beginnings
Dyer had always enjoyed walking before, but now he liked it even more. It gave him time to relax and think, that's the reason he always walked everywhere instead of flying or driving. Since the Kuruoshii grants him nearly boundless stamina and Dyer had plenty to think about, he was now making a trek to Glade City. The road was blistering and there was no protection from the sun, but Dyer didn't really mind, the elements don't really bother him now. He had always wanted to go in life, but there was always something stopping him from going, either a tight budget or simply not enough time. So after the Dyer had resolved to be a hero and to stop hiding underground, that was the first place that he decided to go. Dyer was pulled from his train of thought by an eight wheeler driving by him. He wondered if the driver had seen him and if so what he thought, the only person that had seen him in this state had been the old man, seeing how he left town at night. Though Dyer had the feeling that not everyone would be so nonchalant after seeing him with a sword through his chest. However, the sun was starting to set and although Dyer didn't need to sleep it was still nice to lie down and just close his eyes for a bit, in the distance he saw what looked like a motel. He was about to walked inside when he realized that if he just walked in he would problem scare the cashier to death, so he figured he would just sleep outside in the back when he heard a scream. Dyer stopped and turned around, the scream seemed to come them main lobby that he was about to enter. This was the chance that he had been waiting for, he opened the door and ran in to find a man in a ski mask holding up the cashier at gunpoint. As soon as he entered the room the mugger turned around to see who had walked in, but the moment he saw him Dyer could see the fear in his eyes. The mugger raised the gun to Dyer and shot wildly at him, most of the shots missed but the ones that him sunk in but seconds later the wound would completely disappear. After emptying his clip the mugger tried to reload but was shaking so much that he dropped his clip and his gun. By that time Dyer had had enough of the coward, "My turn" he said, grabbing the man's arm and throwing him through the door. The mugger tried to get up and run, but by that time Dyer was right next to him and ended the fight by smashing his head into the pavement, knocking him out cold. Dyer looked around to see if the man had any allies, but the road was as quiet as ever. Unsure what to do with the man, he decided to search the muggers pockets for any id. In them, he found the man's phone and wallet, Dyer used the phone to call nine-one-one before leaving it ringing on the ground assuming that the police would arrive will all that they heard was silence. Dyer then opened up the wallet, apparently the man's name was Walter Smith, Dyer had no idea who the man was but thought that the police might want to know. So he pulled out the id and threw it on the ground next to the man, everything else in the wallet was useless cards and receipts. But in the back, there were about three hundred dollars in cash, Dyer was about to leave it for the cops when he remembered the door that he broke on the way out. Dyer walked back in the building to find the cashier still cowering under the counter. Dyer, still not wanting to scare her, quietly set the money on the counter before sneaking back outside. He was about to leave since he would prefer not to be around when the cops came, when he thought he heard the cashier say, "Thank You." behind him. That was the first time Dyer had smile since the day that he died
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