"I've always had luck with cards."
Name: Pierre Blanc
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Red, formerly Blue.
Species: nGod of Thievery
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Affiliation: Chaotic Good
Allegiance: None
Brief History
Pierre is an nGod and a traitor.
A Frenchman, Pierre was raised in Orleans, France, where he was raised and taught a few basic things. To look out for himself first, to trust nobody, and to always be ready to run. Covering all the ways his childhood reflected such awfully seedy lessons would take all day, but years passed, and Pierre became quite the hustler, doing whatever odd jobs and petty thievery he could to make a living. He was notorious as a card shark, but even more notorious as stealing the hearts of all French bachelorettes.
While not necessarily a good person, it was almost undeniable that Pierre was a lucky one - for of all the things he could've come across throughout his journey as a thief, the most valuable one was by far the Divus crystal found some miles out of the city of Orleans.
As his body transformed, so too did his mind, and because of this, his perception of the world around him changed drastically. People lost their meaning. Women lost their passion that had once seemed so real to him. He became unattached, unaware of what it meant to be a friend to someone, and completely alien to the world around him. His lust for cash was never sated, however, and he continued to swindle as he pleased.
Eventually, he traveled to the Divine Aether. If for nothing else, then to get out of Orleans, and to meet with some people who could perhaps explain the changes he was going through.
The Aether, clearly, did not work out.
After the Aether crashed, and after a solid majority of nGods were completely eradicated, Blanc was given a rather peculiar job opportunity.
Hunting down the nGods. Private contracts arose all over the globe for mercenary work involving these sorts of people. Rumors of nGods became targets, targets became paychecks, and within months, Pierre was quite good at his job, and considerably rich, his set of abilities allowing him to almost easily become the perfect assassin.
As the nGod contracts began to slim, so too did his interest. No other mercenary work was nearly as fun as hunting something so boldly metahumanic, and he began to ponder retirement, easily having the wealth to do so. Around this time, however, he was attacked in his hotel room - by a most peculiar threat. An nGod, similar to the ones he would hunt. A woman. A widow. She fought him, tears streaming down her cheeks, the whole while explaining to him how he had robbed her of something that had truly been important. Her husband. While he did not feel the same for people as he once had, Pierre was still remembering the former bonds he had with people. Friends, lovers, family.
And he felt bad.
The more he pondered, the more he felt the guilt of what he had done, rejecting the people of the Aether that had welcomed him with open arms and instead subjecting them to death and torment, catalyzing the active extermination of the race of nGods.
Now, to atone for the sins that he had committed, Pierre Blanc walks the globe to seek something to redeem him.
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