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Yeah I know I did this before, it's just a rewrite/tweaking of the story, less convoluted, and I just like this version a lot more.
Name: Kingman Alphonso Highborn / Rainwhisker
Superhero name: The Inquisitor
DOB: 08/25/1987
POB: Charlotte, NC
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Mountain Lion
Nationality: Cherokee Native American
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 270 lbs
Eye color: Teal
Hair Color: Black
Physical Appearance: Kingman has dark grey fur in place of a mountain lion’s normal ‘tan’ color, cream patches on his cheeks, nose tip, neck, thighs, groin, and a large singular heart pattern on his rump. He also has long black hair either worn down to the center of his back, or kept in a braided ponytail with blue jay feather pin. Has a massive scar on right shoulder from being impaled.
Outfits:
- Burgundy designer suit with gold fire filigree details, with brown leather dress
shoes and Carolina blue socks
- Crimson Inquisitorial robes
- Primary Superhero Costume worn as member of BOS: Ceramic and titanium alloy
breastplate with shoulder pauldrons. Shoulder pauldrons with dragon teeth spikes. Psalm 58:10 on is written on one and Ezekiel 39:21 on the other, Nomex fireproof pants and padding under armor, ‘Silk Steel’ cape, emerald plated knee guards & armored combat boots.
- Burgundy trench coat, with light grey dress pants, and dress shoes. Adds his armor’s spiked pauldrons on occasion.
- White and black designer karate gi with royal blue cape and dress shoes
Occupation:
- Inquisitor for the Radical Order (on temporary leave, still acts as a consultant.)
- “Official Occupation” Private Investigator (Cat’s Eye P.I.)
Areas of Operation:
-Charlotte
-Vatican City
-Colmaton
-Philadelphia
-Atlanta
-On call worldwide against demonic incursions
Weapons/items:
‘Cougar Paw’ Daemonhammer (Lucerne Hammer made of Star Metal)
Bladed arm bracers
Thunderbolt pattern Riot Shield (reinforced steel shield with shock reducing padding)
Custom Denel Y3 AGL with pistol grip and drum magazine. Equipped with blessed 40x53mm rounds, as well as flechette, and HE rounds. Uses bean bags, tear gas and flash bang ammo for non lethal situations.
Prayer Bead necklace with an ivory bar and bladed ivory skull pendant (badge of office) with a command word he can summon from and place into it inanimate objects inside that are normally too heavy, numerous, or cumbersome to carry, as well as store weapons and armor out of sight. (I.E. hammerspace)
Barding for his Dire Lion form: Magical gift from Freyja. Keeps him sane, as long as a rider is on his back.
Personal Transport:
09’ Harley Davidson Road King
55’ Ford Fairlane Crown Victoria
Powers/abilities:
-Necromancy: Can innately cast spells that summon and control spirits and ghosts, warp, sculpt and reform dead flesh, create a 30ft aura of fear and terror around him, reknit living tissue temporarily (can close a fatal wound for example, but it will reopen once spell ends), control limited amounts of undead creatures, steal life force from living creatures at a touch, and raise zombies and skeletons.
-Balefire: Green flame that can burn like regular flames, but also is able to harm souls and incorporeal targets. Can be tossed as a short range fireball like attack or to wreath his claws and fangs to make himself look more intimidating. When his eyes glow with balefire he can see and detect ghosts and invisible beings.
-Willingly dipped his claws into boiling holy water to make them effective against demons and other abominations not from the mortal realms.
-Dire Lion Form: Able to shapeshift into a monstrous feral lion the size of a clydesdale horse. In this form, physical strength, endurance and resistance to damage is greatly improved, able to withstand most conventional weapons. Can also use balefire as a breath weapon.
-Skilled at Sansei Goju Ryu Karate and polearm weapons
-Can read, write, and speak fluent Latin
Strengths:
-While not technically wealthy, he has a lot of possessions taken from opponents or
requisitioned during his time with the Inquisition, or gifts from divine benefactors (such as his palace). So he generally has a ‘tool’ or device squirreled away for a specific scenario.
-A master at interrogation and diplomacy.
-Physically powerful enough wield many heavy weapons one handed and punch clean through a normal man’s sternum and spine.
-Works on a ‘By any means necessary’ policy, so will sometimes go above and beyond what his opponents expect his limits are.
-Pragmatic
-Experienced leadership talents, though not overly bossy, and will take others opinions into his plans.
-Incredibly high pain threshold
Weaknesses:
-While physically strong, and tough, he gets exhausted easily if he uses a lot of his
power in a short period of time.
-Incredibly vain, and thinks very highly of his own looks and combat prowess, and gets way in over his head trying to show off his perceived superiority.
-Tries to avoid hurting female opponents meaning his guard is often lowered around them, and won’t use his full power on them unless there is no other option.
-Has phobias of drowning and small spiders.
-Is slowly going blind from using balefire to see and tries to hide the fact he needs glasses.
-Dire Lion form drives him slowly drives him insane over time with the need for bloodshed.
-Can’t cast spells in Dire Lion form.
-Some of his spells such as his fear aura are indiscriminate, affecting friends and foes alike.
-Addicted to cigars
Bio:
Rainwhisker had a fairly normal childhood, growing up in Cherokee, NC. And as a teen worked shows for tourists. Using a football scholarship he became a gifted college student in pursuit of degree in Archaeology, studying the cultures of people native to the Americas. When the opportunity came to intern with his professors in Teotihuacan he leapt at the chance to explore and experience another culture. However, once he was in the ancient city in Mexico his life changed dramatically.
Helping out an excavation one night the young puma found an ancient gold locket. Thinking someone dropped it he reached down to pick up and then his world went black. From that point on, to his fellow interns, professors, and authorities he literally fell off the face of the Earth. The truth of what happened was thus:
Rainwhisker woke up in an underground temple, tied to an altar. A feminine voice spoke in a language he didn’t understand, and brandished a wicked obsidian dagger in one hand, and the priests behind her carried an ornate obsidian box. The priestess then spoke to him a simple truth, die now or gain a great power. Not wanting to die, and already willing to do anything to get free of being tied to the altar, he agreed without hesitation.
At that moment the priestess plunged the black glass dagger into his chest and tore his mortal heart out with one smooth motion. The pain was overwhelming and yet he did not die. He tried to scream but found no air. He could only watch helplessly as the priests opened the box…
When Rainwhisker awoke he was no longer at the altar, and found himself in the smoldering hot South American jungle. When the puma awoke he no longer had tan fur, almost all of his body was a dark ashen grey, and his chest hurt but there was no scar. He also had no memory except flashes of the dagger, the box and a glowing heart.
He wandered the jungle for what seemed like days, naked and growing hungry and desperate. When he came across a group of hikers he nearly attacked them, and was only ‘just’ talked down by the simple fact he could understand them when they spoke english. Rescued, he was taken to a nearby village, given clothes and learned from the hikers that a ball of green fire that fell from the sky the night before. They had went out to explore it, thinking everything from cool rock from space, to alien invasion, but Rainwhisker had nothing he could tell them either way.
The day he was planning to leave with the hikers to go visit a nearby police station, they were attacked by men dressed in leopard skins, they attacked him and the hikers, but they had guns and knives, the hikers were unarmed. The result was short and bloody. The ‘flayed ones’ as they called themselves demanded that he surrender and in a moment of desperation, brought forth a burst of balefire from his hand and incinerated a man to the bone.
Now intent to kill the ‘night beast’ he was about to be shot when a chinese water deer anthro stepped out of the jungle and calmly gunned them down. The ones that tried to run into the jungle soon started to scream and explosions ripped up the vegetation. Rainwhisker ran for cover as the whine of a mortar shell sounded above and struck hard nearby. When the smoke cleared and the screaming stopped, he was face down in the dirt, hands covering his head. Where the flayed ones had once stood, now stood a short blonde calico woman smoking a cigar. She stood there in a grey dress and walked up to him. Explained he was hard to find, and then knocked him out with a punch to the gut. And that’s how Rainwhisker met Kreszentia Kardos and the Inquisition.
When he woke up, tied up in the back of a truck and he met the rest of her team. He was then informed about how they had been investigating a cult dedicated to the Aztec god of darkness Tezcatlipoca and an artifact known as the heart of darkness, rumored to be made from the dead god’s own heart.
They had broken into the underground temple right as the priests put a glowing heart into his chest, and how at that moment he easily broke the ropes, roared and disappeared in a flash of green light. He was interrogated, but with a powerful psychic and a half-demon that could view his dreams at Kreszentia’s disposal he was declared innocent of belonging to the cult...but...he had a very unnatural heart beating in his chest and couldn’t be trusted to be returned to normal society. They gave him a simple choice, they could painlessly kill him so he wouldn’t suffer whatever this new heart was supposed to do, or he could join the Inquisition.
Since he no longer remembered his real name Kreszentia named him the silliest thing she could come up with and thus Kingman Alphonso Highborn joined the Inquisition, and it’s Silvestris faction that believed any faith in any religion can be used in the fight against evil. Kingman became acolyte to Kreszentia, which at the time meant he was both protégé and bottom tier of the group for all manual labor and tasks Kreszentia needed to carry out. Under Kreszentia’s tutelage he learned powerful martial arts, mastering Sansei Goju Ryu, how to wear and move in body armor, and wield a variety of weapons, preferring a heavy mace at the time. After a time she also taught him the art of torture and interrogation, learning how to twist knives, and use the most subtle of medical tools to maximize non-lethal pain. He was a quick study, but it also made him sick to his core.
The Inquisition dragged him from one violent encounter to the next over the next few years, travelling the world almost nonstop, and fell in love with Mia Sugiyama, Kreszentia’s personal driver and pilot. She possessed a custom built jetbike and he would gladly hold on to her in the seat behind her as she showed him the joys of flight and raw speed. He became her confidant and learned that at heart she was a coward, preferring to ferry others to a fight, or scout and retreat from trouble rather than engage it. His powers developed in creative and lethal ways under Kreszentia’s tutelage, but with Mia he learned the source of those powers was the dead souls of all cat kind on the planet.
But it was not to last. On the his first mission as an Inquisitor he was sent to assassinate a rogue Inquisitor Elite named Jorge San Juan. It was during this mission his love Mia lost her life. Even though his first mission was listed as a success, San Juan had escaped and depression seized him. Kingman retreated into the bottle and was found drunk in Bangkok by his normally harsh and abusive commander. But instead of punishment Kreszentia took sympathy and explained this would not be the first or last time he would experience loss. Drunk and depressed he found a Siamese house cat near his hotel. And then the house cat talked.
Believing this to be part of his powers and/or being drunk he started to walk away, but was immediately struck in the back of the head by a thrown pizza box. He turned and watched the Siamese cat lick itself as if nothing had happened. When he tried to turn again he was hit again this time by a comical cream pie. Angry he strode past the cat to find the person that was throwing things and was hit again, but when he looked down it was a live grenade. He dove for cover expecting to be blown to bits, but the grenade broke apart opening like Russian Matryoshka dolls then exploding into confetti. Stunned and looking at the smirking Siamese. Kingman met the god of mischief, the god of fire, the Loki.
Loki bowed and then laughed. He was not a cat, the real god just locked in the form, for his crimes eons ago. He informed Kingman he was going to follow the grey furred mountain lion because his heart was drawing a lot of attention in the realms of gods. And since it beat his other option of being chained to a rock and having poison dripped on him…he chose what he perceived as babysitting duty.
Despite their ideological differences the cat and acolyte became fast friends. Loki’s opinions even carried weight with Kreszentia, for while chaotic and often nonsensical his words had the wisdom of an immortal deity.
The internal wars started his first mission as an Inquisitor led to the revelation that Kreszentia’s own brother was the mastermind of the war. He plotted to merge the material world with hell itself and the final battle ended in the 7th circle itself. The results of that battle scarred everyone involved, breaking apart the only stable ‘family’ he could remember.
Kreszentia rose to take her brother’s seat as a High Lord, and the others pursued retirement or other career positions within the organization, leaving Kingman and Loki alone. Kingman refused a retinue of his own and wondered the world using the Inquisition’s coffers, and fighting evil wherever he found it.
He soon found his talents and Inquisitorial training matched the private eye business but developed a distaste for it too when he found it was less ‘tailing drug lords’ and more ‘see if my husband/wife is cheating with that guy/girl/goat/etc.’ Still it allows him some financial independence and he has a knack for it. In a weird way, he gets excited when someone goes missing and he is asked to find missing those persons. He then gleefully puts his skills at intelligence gathering and hunting to great use. He doesn’t always get a happy end in that course though, but something about trying to find someone still gives him a great sense of purpose.
Restless, jaded and bored it was when the Bureau of Superheroes came to him seeking his powers that he found a new purpose in life. At first hired to help find the missing heroine named Oasis, he found the organization’s concern and support of one another refreshing, and though he had teased and bad mouthed ‘heroes’ as an Inquisitor in the past, once the cheetah woman was rescued, (much to his disappointment he had nothing to do with it the actual rescue.) he decided to take an ‘indefinite release’ from the Inquisition, and signed on officially as the registered superhero ‘The Inquisitor’ at the Atlanta branch of the BOS.
He has found the BOS has given him the structure and order he craved, without the political backstabbing and intrigue he had gotten so used to in the Inquisition. Even though he calls himself the Inquisitor in honor of what he had done, he is very protective of his ‘darker’ elements of his past and his powers, wanting to be liked by his fellow BOS members.
Personality:
Kingman is a cat personified sometimes, kind but aloof, friendly but distant until he lets his guard down.
To him overkill isn’t excessive, it’s insurance.
He is also incredibly vain and prideful. Focusing and fussing over his looks.
He can also be a bit standoffish and stubborn. He will smoke in the no smoking section and blow the smoke in the face of the first person that complains simply because he dislikes health nuts and people against the habit.
He is arrogant and cocksure in himself, but when proven wrong he is defensive, and gets depressed if he can’t solve a problem on his own merits. He loathes the idea that he needs help from anyone.
Surprisingly though he will give the clothes off his back to help someone in dire need. And more if he feels it’s necessary for them to survive.
He is also a major tail chaser and cheesy Casanova.
Still for all his faults he tries to do what he feels is right, he believes in God, gods, and country. He can’t understand atheists or anarchists.
He also tries to find reconnect with his Native American roots, rediscovering the name Rainwhisker in his dreams as his real name, something he finds amusing since he hates water.
His greatest joys are cigars, good alcohol, good hard rock and metal music, loyal friends, and watching football.
He also has a love for bondage, especially being the submissive, but keeps that info mostly to himself, and few others.
Name: Kingman Alphonso Highborn / Rainwhisker
Superhero name: The Inquisitor
DOB: 08/25/1987
POB: Charlotte, NC
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Mountain Lion
Nationality: Cherokee Native American
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 270 lbs
Eye color: Teal
Hair Color: Black
Physical Appearance: Kingman has dark grey fur in place of a mountain lion’s normal ‘tan’ color, cream patches on his cheeks, nose tip, neck, thighs, groin, and a large singular heart pattern on his rump. He also has long black hair either worn down to the center of his back, or kept in a braided ponytail with blue jay feather pin. Has a massive scar on right shoulder from being impaled.
Outfits:
- Burgundy designer suit with gold fire filigree details, with brown leather dress
shoes and Carolina blue socks
- Crimson Inquisitorial robes
- Primary Superhero Costume worn as member of BOS: Ceramic and titanium alloy
breastplate with shoulder pauldrons. Shoulder pauldrons with dragon teeth spikes. Psalm 58:10 on is written on one and Ezekiel 39:21 on the other, Nomex fireproof pants and padding under armor, ‘Silk Steel’ cape, emerald plated knee guards & armored combat boots.
- Burgundy trench coat, with light grey dress pants, and dress shoes. Adds his armor’s spiked pauldrons on occasion.
- White and black designer karate gi with royal blue cape and dress shoes
Occupation:
- Inquisitor for the Radical Order (on temporary leave, still acts as a consultant.)
- “Official Occupation” Private Investigator (Cat’s Eye P.I.)
Areas of Operation:
-Charlotte
-Vatican City
-Colmaton
-Philadelphia
-Atlanta
-On call worldwide against demonic incursions
Weapons/items:
‘Cougar Paw’ Daemonhammer (Lucerne Hammer made of Star Metal)
Bladed arm bracers
Thunderbolt pattern Riot Shield (reinforced steel shield with shock reducing padding)
Custom Denel Y3 AGL with pistol grip and drum magazine. Equipped with blessed 40x53mm rounds, as well as flechette, and HE rounds. Uses bean bags, tear gas and flash bang ammo for non lethal situations.
Prayer Bead necklace with an ivory bar and bladed ivory skull pendant (badge of office) with a command word he can summon from and place into it inanimate objects inside that are normally too heavy, numerous, or cumbersome to carry, as well as store weapons and armor out of sight. (I.E. hammerspace)
Barding for his Dire Lion form: Magical gift from Freyja. Keeps him sane, as long as a rider is on his back.
Personal Transport:
09’ Harley Davidson Road King
55’ Ford Fairlane Crown Victoria
Powers/abilities:
-Necromancy: Can innately cast spells that summon and control spirits and ghosts, warp, sculpt and reform dead flesh, create a 30ft aura of fear and terror around him, reknit living tissue temporarily (can close a fatal wound for example, but it will reopen once spell ends), control limited amounts of undead creatures, steal life force from living creatures at a touch, and raise zombies and skeletons.
-Balefire: Green flame that can burn like regular flames, but also is able to harm souls and incorporeal targets. Can be tossed as a short range fireball like attack or to wreath his claws and fangs to make himself look more intimidating. When his eyes glow with balefire he can see and detect ghosts and invisible beings.
-Willingly dipped his claws into boiling holy water to make them effective against demons and other abominations not from the mortal realms.
-Dire Lion Form: Able to shapeshift into a monstrous feral lion the size of a clydesdale horse. In this form, physical strength, endurance and resistance to damage is greatly improved, able to withstand most conventional weapons. Can also use balefire as a breath weapon.
-Skilled at Sansei Goju Ryu Karate and polearm weapons
-Can read, write, and speak fluent Latin
Strengths:
-While not technically wealthy, he has a lot of possessions taken from opponents or
requisitioned during his time with the Inquisition, or gifts from divine benefactors (such as his palace). So he generally has a ‘tool’ or device squirreled away for a specific scenario.
-A master at interrogation and diplomacy.
-Physically powerful enough wield many heavy weapons one handed and punch clean through a normal man’s sternum and spine.
-Works on a ‘By any means necessary’ policy, so will sometimes go above and beyond what his opponents expect his limits are.
-Pragmatic
-Experienced leadership talents, though not overly bossy, and will take others opinions into his plans.
-Incredibly high pain threshold
Weaknesses:
-While physically strong, and tough, he gets exhausted easily if he uses a lot of his
power in a short period of time.
-Incredibly vain, and thinks very highly of his own looks and combat prowess, and gets way in over his head trying to show off his perceived superiority.
-Tries to avoid hurting female opponents meaning his guard is often lowered around them, and won’t use his full power on them unless there is no other option.
-Has phobias of drowning and small spiders.
-Is slowly going blind from using balefire to see and tries to hide the fact he needs glasses.
-Dire Lion form drives him slowly drives him insane over time with the need for bloodshed.
-Can’t cast spells in Dire Lion form.
-Some of his spells such as his fear aura are indiscriminate, affecting friends and foes alike.
-Addicted to cigars
Bio:
Rainwhisker had a fairly normal childhood, growing up in Cherokee, NC. And as a teen worked shows for tourists. Using a football scholarship he became a gifted college student in pursuit of degree in Archaeology, studying the cultures of people native to the Americas. When the opportunity came to intern with his professors in Teotihuacan he leapt at the chance to explore and experience another culture. However, once he was in the ancient city in Mexico his life changed dramatically.
Helping out an excavation one night the young puma found an ancient gold locket. Thinking someone dropped it he reached down to pick up and then his world went black. From that point on, to his fellow interns, professors, and authorities he literally fell off the face of the Earth. The truth of what happened was thus:
Rainwhisker woke up in an underground temple, tied to an altar. A feminine voice spoke in a language he didn’t understand, and brandished a wicked obsidian dagger in one hand, and the priests behind her carried an ornate obsidian box. The priestess then spoke to him a simple truth, die now or gain a great power. Not wanting to die, and already willing to do anything to get free of being tied to the altar, he agreed without hesitation.
At that moment the priestess plunged the black glass dagger into his chest and tore his mortal heart out with one smooth motion. The pain was overwhelming and yet he did not die. He tried to scream but found no air. He could only watch helplessly as the priests opened the box…
When Rainwhisker awoke he was no longer at the altar, and found himself in the smoldering hot South American jungle. When the puma awoke he no longer had tan fur, almost all of his body was a dark ashen grey, and his chest hurt but there was no scar. He also had no memory except flashes of the dagger, the box and a glowing heart.
He wandered the jungle for what seemed like days, naked and growing hungry and desperate. When he came across a group of hikers he nearly attacked them, and was only ‘just’ talked down by the simple fact he could understand them when they spoke english. Rescued, he was taken to a nearby village, given clothes and learned from the hikers that a ball of green fire that fell from the sky the night before. They had went out to explore it, thinking everything from cool rock from space, to alien invasion, but Rainwhisker had nothing he could tell them either way.
The day he was planning to leave with the hikers to go visit a nearby police station, they were attacked by men dressed in leopard skins, they attacked him and the hikers, but they had guns and knives, the hikers were unarmed. The result was short and bloody. The ‘flayed ones’ as they called themselves demanded that he surrender and in a moment of desperation, brought forth a burst of balefire from his hand and incinerated a man to the bone.
Now intent to kill the ‘night beast’ he was about to be shot when a chinese water deer anthro stepped out of the jungle and calmly gunned them down. The ones that tried to run into the jungle soon started to scream and explosions ripped up the vegetation. Rainwhisker ran for cover as the whine of a mortar shell sounded above and struck hard nearby. When the smoke cleared and the screaming stopped, he was face down in the dirt, hands covering his head. Where the flayed ones had once stood, now stood a short blonde calico woman smoking a cigar. She stood there in a grey dress and walked up to him. Explained he was hard to find, and then knocked him out with a punch to the gut. And that’s how Rainwhisker met Kreszentia Kardos and the Inquisition.
When he woke up, tied up in the back of a truck and he met the rest of her team. He was then informed about how they had been investigating a cult dedicated to the Aztec god of darkness Tezcatlipoca and an artifact known as the heart of darkness, rumored to be made from the dead god’s own heart.
They had broken into the underground temple right as the priests put a glowing heart into his chest, and how at that moment he easily broke the ropes, roared and disappeared in a flash of green light. He was interrogated, but with a powerful psychic and a half-demon that could view his dreams at Kreszentia’s disposal he was declared innocent of belonging to the cult...but...he had a very unnatural heart beating in his chest and couldn’t be trusted to be returned to normal society. They gave him a simple choice, they could painlessly kill him so he wouldn’t suffer whatever this new heart was supposed to do, or he could join the Inquisition.
Since he no longer remembered his real name Kreszentia named him the silliest thing she could come up with and thus Kingman Alphonso Highborn joined the Inquisition, and it’s Silvestris faction that believed any faith in any religion can be used in the fight against evil. Kingman became acolyte to Kreszentia, which at the time meant he was both protégé and bottom tier of the group for all manual labor and tasks Kreszentia needed to carry out. Under Kreszentia’s tutelage he learned powerful martial arts, mastering Sansei Goju Ryu, how to wear and move in body armor, and wield a variety of weapons, preferring a heavy mace at the time. After a time she also taught him the art of torture and interrogation, learning how to twist knives, and use the most subtle of medical tools to maximize non-lethal pain. He was a quick study, but it also made him sick to his core.
The Inquisition dragged him from one violent encounter to the next over the next few years, travelling the world almost nonstop, and fell in love with Mia Sugiyama, Kreszentia’s personal driver and pilot. She possessed a custom built jetbike and he would gladly hold on to her in the seat behind her as she showed him the joys of flight and raw speed. He became her confidant and learned that at heart she was a coward, preferring to ferry others to a fight, or scout and retreat from trouble rather than engage it. His powers developed in creative and lethal ways under Kreszentia’s tutelage, but with Mia he learned the source of those powers was the dead souls of all cat kind on the planet.
But it was not to last. On the his first mission as an Inquisitor he was sent to assassinate a rogue Inquisitor Elite named Jorge San Juan. It was during this mission his love Mia lost her life. Even though his first mission was listed as a success, San Juan had escaped and depression seized him. Kingman retreated into the bottle and was found drunk in Bangkok by his normally harsh and abusive commander. But instead of punishment Kreszentia took sympathy and explained this would not be the first or last time he would experience loss. Drunk and depressed he found a Siamese house cat near his hotel. And then the house cat talked.
Believing this to be part of his powers and/or being drunk he started to walk away, but was immediately struck in the back of the head by a thrown pizza box. He turned and watched the Siamese cat lick itself as if nothing had happened. When he tried to turn again he was hit again this time by a comical cream pie. Angry he strode past the cat to find the person that was throwing things and was hit again, but when he looked down it was a live grenade. He dove for cover expecting to be blown to bits, but the grenade broke apart opening like Russian Matryoshka dolls then exploding into confetti. Stunned and looking at the smirking Siamese. Kingman met the god of mischief, the god of fire, the Loki.
Loki bowed and then laughed. He was not a cat, the real god just locked in the form, for his crimes eons ago. He informed Kingman he was going to follow the grey furred mountain lion because his heart was drawing a lot of attention in the realms of gods. And since it beat his other option of being chained to a rock and having poison dripped on him…he chose what he perceived as babysitting duty.
Despite their ideological differences the cat and acolyte became fast friends. Loki’s opinions even carried weight with Kreszentia, for while chaotic and often nonsensical his words had the wisdom of an immortal deity.
The internal wars started his first mission as an Inquisitor led to the revelation that Kreszentia’s own brother was the mastermind of the war. He plotted to merge the material world with hell itself and the final battle ended in the 7th circle itself. The results of that battle scarred everyone involved, breaking apart the only stable ‘family’ he could remember.
Kreszentia rose to take her brother’s seat as a High Lord, and the others pursued retirement or other career positions within the organization, leaving Kingman and Loki alone. Kingman refused a retinue of his own and wondered the world using the Inquisition’s coffers, and fighting evil wherever he found it.
He soon found his talents and Inquisitorial training matched the private eye business but developed a distaste for it too when he found it was less ‘tailing drug lords’ and more ‘see if my husband/wife is cheating with that guy/girl/goat/etc.’ Still it allows him some financial independence and he has a knack for it. In a weird way, he gets excited when someone goes missing and he is asked to find missing those persons. He then gleefully puts his skills at intelligence gathering and hunting to great use. He doesn’t always get a happy end in that course though, but something about trying to find someone still gives him a great sense of purpose.
Restless, jaded and bored it was when the Bureau of Superheroes came to him seeking his powers that he found a new purpose in life. At first hired to help find the missing heroine named Oasis, he found the organization’s concern and support of one another refreshing, and though he had teased and bad mouthed ‘heroes’ as an Inquisitor in the past, once the cheetah woman was rescued, (much to his disappointment he had nothing to do with it the actual rescue.) he decided to take an ‘indefinite release’ from the Inquisition, and signed on officially as the registered superhero ‘The Inquisitor’ at the Atlanta branch of the BOS.
He has found the BOS has given him the structure and order he craved, without the political backstabbing and intrigue he had gotten so used to in the Inquisition. Even though he calls himself the Inquisitor in honor of what he had done, he is very protective of his ‘darker’ elements of his past and his powers, wanting to be liked by his fellow BOS members.
Personality:
Kingman is a cat personified sometimes, kind but aloof, friendly but distant until he lets his guard down.
To him overkill isn’t excessive, it’s insurance.
He is also incredibly vain and prideful. Focusing and fussing over his looks.
He can also be a bit standoffish and stubborn. He will smoke in the no smoking section and blow the smoke in the face of the first person that complains simply because he dislikes health nuts and people against the habit.
He is arrogant and cocksure in himself, but when proven wrong he is defensive, and gets depressed if he can’t solve a problem on his own merits. He loathes the idea that he needs help from anyone.
Surprisingly though he will give the clothes off his back to help someone in dire need. And more if he feels it’s necessary for them to survive.
He is also a major tail chaser and cheesy Casanova.
Still for all his faults he tries to do what he feels is right, he believes in God, gods, and country. He can’t understand atheists or anarchists.
He also tries to find reconnect with his Native American roots, rediscovering the name Rainwhisker in his dreams as his real name, something he finds amusing since he hates water.
His greatest joys are cigars, good alcohol, good hard rock and metal music, loyal friends, and watching football.
He also has a love for bondage, especially being the submissive, but keeps that info mostly to himself, and few others.
Category Story / All
Species Cougar / Puma
Size 72 x 120px
File Size 58.8 kB
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