<span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Shadow<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sex and age:</span>Male and 26<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Pred or Prey:</span>Prey<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Physical Appearance:</span><br/><br/>In "costume" - Shadow is almost completely devoid of any outstanding features. He has a tall, slender form standing over 8 feet high. Shadow is mostly comprised of well... darkness, shadows included. He black full and through, seemingly comprised of black, odorless smoke. His only real outstanding feature "in costume" would have to be his two large white eyes, for they have been said to burn close to the same intensity as the sun.<br/><br/>Out of costume - Shadow take s the form of any living thing he can find, at the cost of the creatures life. Needless to say, he usually takes on the form of a civilian when out of costume. When he is impersonating someone, the easiest telltale that it is him would be the his silence and a calm aurora that seems to surround him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Powers:</span>Shadow's primary power is teleportation. He can jump from any location to another so long as it contains either darkness or shadow for him to refuge in. His secondary ability among other more minor ones is assimilation. In order to use it, he must take the other being, willing or unwilling close to his and make them stare into his eyes. If they are unwilling to do so, then he can force then to, albeit a lot messier then just conforming to his wishes and bond with his mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Backstory:</span>Unknown (I plan to reveal this through roleplay)<br/><br/>A dark wispy figure materialized in the corner of an alley, starting a few homeless people of as the dark figure towered over them. After the last of the witnesses disappeared, the figure turned towards the bustling street ahead and crouched down to the ground and closed its eyes. The shadow focused in its deep memories to who it once was, memorizing every aspect of its former self until it had a clear memory. When it's eyes finally opened, it glanced down to its body only to see clothes on his form and his body now covered in skin and flesh. With a faintly reminiscent sigh, the civilian, Clayton, stepped out of the alley and towards the city bank ahead of him. A from smirk settled on his face, his plan was all coming into fruition without even so much as a hitch.