He should have, at most, 2-3 separate powers.
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"Edgar" | | Midnight Dreary
Personality: A loner, by definition. He seldom speaks, and when he does, he often quotes his gothic foundation. He is not completely antisocial, at times speaking while others are in his presence, though he is not always speaking to them in particular. His Supergod nature has fractured his mind, causing his "human" self to come in waves, often overlapping with his other half, making it difficult to determine what mood he is in at any given moment. His expression rarely changes, a stolid, contemplative grimace that threatens to become a scowl at the slightest provocation. Little seems to get under Edgar's skin, nor does anything seem to put him in a good mood. The closest approximation to a positive mood are prolonged periods of time where he is permitted to indulge his journals, at which time he has no desire to feed. He takes an interest in others who share his appreciation for the macabre and scholastic, specifically going out of his way to reach out to them in his various eccentric ways. Edgar is at times human-seeming, longing for connections, albeit defined by his limited understanding of kinship and company defined by the Society's literature.
Midnight Dreary is a beast, carnal and sinister. He is driven by an unrelenting hunger, requiring an exorbitant sustenance to keep its monstrous nature at bay. He does not think, like a human, or any kind of animal. He is incapable of reason, interested only in acting as a predator to satisfy his base needs. The minds that make up his grotesque form are too numerous and eldritch to have any opinion about anything, let alone his mortal counterpart. When Midnight Dreary takes control, there is nothing to be reasoned with or manipulated. He is single-minded, pursuing all life in its presence to a cruel and vicious end. There is nothing clean or merciful about him, nor about "Edgar" himself. They are together a sordid demon of hunger and contempt, for which there is little value to a world that does not appeal to its dark heart.
Appearance: Midnight Dreary's human form is a frail beanpole of a person, his physical presence owing more to his draping cloaks and tunics than his muscle mass. He is not even what one would consider tall, rather average in height while severely malnourished in weight. His hair is a short, drooping mess, a gray mop hanging over sullen, grayed eyes. His face has a pallor that borders on corpselike, and feels like one dead to the touch. His clothing reflects the Victorian era: drab, dark shirts, tunics, waistcoasts, slacks, and so on, stuffy and pristine fashion over a century out of date. His true form is definitively horrific, a teeming mass of black feathers and obsidian hide that is impenetrable to the human eye, and fittingly unnerving for anyone capable of piercing that nightmare veil. Midnight Dreary is a homunculus horde, composed of hundreds - perhaps even thousands - of raven-like beasts, all cawing out of sync of one another in a discordant carrion call. For all its volume, Midnight Dreary is only twice the size of "Edgar", somehow capable of concentrating its hive mass within this form. At the core of this swarm is a lidless eye of golden, glimpses of which can be observed through the storm of feathers. No one has ever witnessed its full form.
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen.
Country of Origin: The Dead Poet Society (United States)
Base: The Cask - Underground Boston
Buried hundreds of feet under the orphaned birthplace of Edgar Allan Poe is a highly fortified cult bunker, the heart of the Dead Poet Society that created Midnight Dreary. It is as much an emulation of that poet's legacy as the Supergod himself, a gothic dungeon staffed by society members grotesquely transformed by similar methods that created Midnight Dreary. Though a far cry from their patron deity, these people are monstrous warriors with little concern for modern weaponry and capable of tearing apart world-class infiltrators through sheer force of will, devilish strength, medieval weaponry enhanced by Society rituals, and many other methods. The facilities offer modern amenities, albeit through a Victorian filter to adhere to the society's ideal as frequently as possible. Access to the Cask was cut off shortly after it was constructed in the early nineteenth century. Individuals may only access the Cask through a series of convoluted puzzles and labyrinthine traps that are updated at frequent intervals. These pathways are so grounded in archaic means that contemporary attempts to subvert the Cask's defenses, such as blasting through the subterranea, tactical infiltration, or phasing through the Earth, are all rendered moot.
Origins: The Dead Poet Society is a secret fraternity stretching back to the colonial era, first founded on the basis of literary pursuits and applying these pursuits to the future of the colonies, and afterward, the newly formed United States of America. It began as a run-of-the-mill fraternity, its members imagining themselves would-be philosopher-kings invisibly guiding the fate of the new nation through delusions of the written word. Their true nature unfolded in the nineteenth century, when the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Howard Phillip Loveraft, and others introduced works that spoke to the muse of the Society's masters. The literature sparked a cryptic hollow in their minds' eye that could not be ignored. From that point onward, the Society turned away from their political machinations and instead toward making this literary abyss manifest.
For a time, these rituals amounted to little but satanic practices that was not that different from any other death cult, feebly presuming to reach for a power that was beyond them. The Society only became more feverish the longer their attempts to summon the gothic spirit as a physical thing culminated in failure. Over the century and more that followed, these practices gradually became more refined, each disappointment building upon the last. It began as an ashen heart, the first victim that failed to resemble the Supergod - a term that eluded the Society until late into the twentieth century - that they longed for. The weight of the victims coalesced around it, building a dark mass around the literal and metaphorical core. The arcane rite of one's "soul" feeding upon others, even long after death, seemed to take hold in this mad idea, this very consumption coming to define what began to show promise in the new century. As members of the Society's inner circle recited their sacred script to the thing - and it was indeed a thing, unnatural and ominous - the works of Poe at last imprinted upon the Supergod's aura. The mass surrounding the heart took on lofty qualities, shuddering with quorks of a devil's bird, then several, dozens, hundreds, even thousands as its legion cry declared the myth made real.
Parallel to this development was the apparent upbringing of the "human" that this divine project was bringing to bear. He was Edgar, after the author who began this mission an era ago. He did not learn much that did not pertain to his nature, his roots, what he was meant to represent. His humanity was defined by literature, by the power that he would one day personify. He knew nothing else, and cared for nothing else. He fed upon whatever was offered before him, especially those cultists willing to submit themselves to the dark progenitor that they and countless before them were helping create. The day eventually came when Edgar, or Midnight Dreary, as he was so lovingly christened, was ready for the world, for the hunger he so desperately longed to satisfy, an eternal and impossible dream.
Purpose: Midnight Dreary came into being foremost as a physical manifestation of his cult's dark divinity. Now that the Dead Poet Society's centuries-old mission has been realized, their Supergod is at something of a loss at what comes next, other than his meal. Now that the gothic nightmare is a reality, the Society is all too eager to assert their power in the United States to usurp the powers that be, with Midnight Dreary as a reminder to anyone who would try to challenge their claim to power, something that is more than sufficient for his insatiable rancor.
Human Goals:
- Find others who share his affinity for gothic literature and that forgotten era
- Find those like him who can show him something to this existence beyond their apocalyptic intent
Supergod Goals:
- Consuming all heretics in the United States of America (this is 94.5% of the population, by the Society's dogma)
- Expanding its horde of inner demons
Mental Weakness: When Midnight Dreary is in control, it is a beast unleashed, unable to be affected by any mental interference, through charismatic wordplay or psionic powers. At the same time, it is also unable to think critically in a combat scenario, overwhelming its enemies through sheer numbers and force. If its opponent has time to prepare themselves, they can easily outmaneuver or even trick Midnight Dreary like one would trick an animal into an untimely demise.
Physical Weakness: Midnight Dreary's raven horde is powerful, but it are not invincible. While demon-like, these birds are vulnerable to what affects ordinary crows, particularly fire and large area-of-effect violence. Individual birds may be destroyed, particularly easily by the abilities of most Supergods. Furthermore, while Edgar, the Supergod's human self, is manifested, he is as vulnerable to harm as a sickly boy his age. If caught by surprise, Midnight Dreary could sustain serious harm.
Powers and Features:
The Murder
Midnight Dreary is host to over a thousand crow-like demons, all concentrated within his form. Each crow is approximately one and a half times the size of an ordinary crow, and is several times as strong and fast. A single crow is capable of devouring a single human's flesh within minutes, and a handful of them will pick a body clean within a handful of seconds. These birds may also tear through fully armored vehicles and similarly sturdy obstacles at rapid speed, a rate that is exponentially reduced as more birds are applied to the task. Releasing any number of birds takes place at the speed of thought, as is the process of the birds returning to Midnight Dreary upon flying back into his body. These birds may remain independent from Midnight Dreary indefinitely, so long as they sustain themselves on life. Dozens of birds are often dispersed throughout a city to prey upon swaths of a city to increasingly cull its population while amplifying Midnight Dreary's strength. Once a bird has consumed a sufficient amount of organic matter, it will use the excess energy to generate a new bird within the horde. Midnight Dreary may use its true form to fly through the air at near-sonic speeds, as well as to avoid attacks. It may also create several instances of its form, splitting itself off into many separate masses of birds before reforming into a single entity.
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