My character, trucks a fair bit in the stuff from Worlds of Freedom, for whoever owns that one. If not.. um.. there's a massive Kirby homage section in it with the Omega where the Omega is as to Darkseid as the Furions are to the New Gods, as a capsule summary of some of the ideas going on within.. no picture, I can never find ones that I like<br/><br/>Biographical Information:<br/>Code Name: Starfury<br/>Real Name: the same<br/>Other Aliases: The Omega's Wolf, The Star's Fury<br/>Identity: public<br/>Occupation: none (sometime musician performing at clubs)<br/>Legal Status: otherdimensional alien<br/>Place of Birth: Nihilor, the Terminus<br/>Martial Status: single<br/>Known Relatives: none<br/>Current Base of Operations: Freedom City<br/>Extent of Education:<br/>Religion: The Throne<br/>Group Affiliation: The Liberators (Modern Age)<br/><br/>Background Information/Origin:<br/>Though he might wish it otherwise, the Terminus is far from Omega's perfect dominion of entropy. Even in the heart of degradation, his grasp closes so tightly, too tightly, that it is inevitable that matters squeeze out and slip through his fingers. So it has been with the embodied thoughts and soul shards of the Alphian gods he laid low in his rise to power. Their final defiance taking form as the shining Furion race, ever keeping ahead of his influence, ever striking at his forces, his plots, ever an itch he cannot scratch become as a maddening goad.  But the Omega is not without fell cunning, and where he cannot strike at the body, he strikes at spirit. Knowing the genesis of his enemies, he traveled out across the surface of his capital world, forces in tow, travelling until he reached one of the nobler and heroic gods whose skin he had stretched out to cover his planet. The proper goads awoke a trapped and maddened mind long enough to will into being another warrior born of divine essence and desperation to join the battle against Omega. Unfortunately, the tyrant being on hand for this birth, let him claim it for his own.<br/><br/>The boy was raised and trained amongst the more warped of an army of nihilists, indoctrinated and forged to be Omega's hound and hunter, his wolf of battle, forcing him to fight constantly for his survival from one day to the next, honing him in skill and fury. He practically lived in the city spanning gladiator pits, his gory exploits within broadcast across the Terminus, the mad joy in his eyes as he tore men apart with his bare hands projected all the way to the Furion homeworld, that they might know what had become of one of their own.  As the youth grew, he 'graduated' to taking part in the planet spanning proxy wars Omega's lieutenants waged for their own spite and amusement. His howls amidst the drones and soldiers he rent apart seemed ecstatic. He was the delight of the Omega's followers, for a certain way of using the word, his mastery of brutality a sight to see, a peerless killer who could be relied on for bloody and thrilling display whether with weapons, from stealth appropriate to a predatory animal, or the power in his own hands. He had place of pride in Omega's degenerate court, a prominent standing amidst the destroyers and corrupters of worlds. What he had of his progenitor's grace was wild and feral, the wolf's loping pace that was a measure of waiting until a throat was exposed. He was a living proclamation from the depths of incarnated Armageddon that there was nothing that could not be turned to the Omega's purpose, nothing was beyond the reach of entropy.<br/><br/>The young man did all the things a monster should, he soon became an enforcer out among the subject worlds of the Terminus. Taking tribute, putting down rebellion, making examples just for the sake of them. Omega even included him in the strike forces sent out against the furions themselves, that they might see the bright purity of their passions mirrored in the darkly satisfied clarity of his. Nothing so trite happened as a miraculous battlefield conversion on seeing his own kind face to face. Omega had made his creature too well for that. They were just one more thing his wolf took an ebon joy in the challenge of destroying.<br/><br/>No, the problem came of that Omega /had/ done his work too well. Unlike many in his service, who wrapped themselves in spite, in vengeance, in personal agendas, in delusional worldviews, in secret ambitions, in past traumas, Omega's wolf was pure. He served, to serve. He killed, to kill. No hidden purpose behind it all, no inner rationalization to have lead him down his path. He embraced totally the teachings of his master in full awareness, his love of bloodshed coming from conflict being one of the only places where he could fully embody himself in them, for to have anything less than thought, instinct and tactic as one, would be to fall. He held his lord's truths as tightly as his lord sought to hold existence itself. If he had paid closer attention, he might have realized what the inevitable result would be of so doing. There is only one real truth to nihilism. That when the rush of the cruelties and barbarism have slipped away, when the thrill of indulgence is moved past, there is.. nothing. Absolutely nothing. You cannot have satisfaction in nothing, that would be something, and there is no room for it. The goal of emptiness, is emptiness. And whatever joys that might have been had until then become hollow things, tumbling endlessly into a void. It made so much sense now, the derangements of the others. Their spites and cruelties, traumas and ambitions. They were a shield against this understanding, this realization. They could keep whatever pleasure they took in nightmares. They did not see. They did not know. But he was enlightened now, and he could not go back.<br/><br/>And he wanted to go back so much. He threw himself with a fervour into everything he knew could not salve him anymore, feeling blood wash over him, but give him nothing. He traversed the entire dimension in impossible journeys, to its furthest, broken reaches, where reality folded in on itself, trying to find his old meaning, his old purity. There was a pointlessly epic scale to his desperation. But he had a new purity now, and it could not be denied.<br/><br/>He found himself in the end at the site of his birth, sinking down over the stretched out part of Nihilor's surface that was the god from which he was formed. The torment of his own thoughts reached out in sympathy to those of the agonized thoughts that had willed him into being. His emptiness served him well, for there was nothing inside him that they could consume, and like all things, they spiralled into the void, his consciousness rushing past them until he faced the core of his progenitor, his soul. And this the void would not consume, could not consume. He beheld a life so star bright that his eyes bled. In a flash of moments he lived the life of the god who made him. A towering figure who had sung suns themselves into being, nourished and defended the life that would rise up on the worlds around them. Who's song and sure hand were works of legend, woven into the life and wonder of a whole universe. There in full was the void's opposite. Pure creation, pure potential, pure hope. So fiery, fierce and powerful it had placed light, strong and blazing into the dark stretches of space. The Omega's wolf found himself feeling again, in the face of that life. Shame, for that he was the last soul shard of such greatness, and he was instead so dark and low a creature. And rage, deep and abiding, for his master having taken such a force away from the world, away from the people who without that hope, that creation, could only be destined for his own emptiness. He wept then, in awe, in shame, in sorrow, in fury. He cried out, begging for a chance to make things right, to be his maker's last hope.<br/><br/>The consciousness that the Omega had roused through torment, was drawn out now instead by an earnest plea for hope that the Alphian had not felt in eons. Turning what could be brought to bear of his shattered might onto the young warrior, he remade him as if the boy was one of the stars the Alphian had birthed, imbuing him with light and song, transforming his strengths from the atomic level on up. When the flare of some of the only real sunlight the Terminus dimension had seen in ages ended, the warrior was reborn. Calling himself the Starfury in a dedication of purpose, the young man took up waging the guerrilla war that was his race's purpose against the Omega. Wielding light, song, and force, passionate rage, and most dangerously, fierce hope, he was now instead an embodied proclamation that /anything/ could be turned from entropy. His joys were wild and pure again, but invigorating now, instead of degenerate. There was a satisfaction for him in conflict again, in knowing the rightness of it, of himself. His gratitude to existence itself for gracing him with this chance ran deep. The sorrows of his past, and of the Terminus itself could overtake him now again, and his brooding would then be driving and bleak, but inevitably he would shake it off, and return again to a nobler battle, to a valiant defence. It was however a war he waged largely alone. He could not quite bring himself to dwell among his kin and their shining world. His embarrassment still held too much to him.<br/><br/>It did allow for him to be nearby when the portals were opened on Nihilor for the Omega's latest invasion of Earth's dimension. To make his way through them and be among those fighting for their very survival, for the life of a world under one of the very stars his maker had brought into being. He fought as fiercely as any, and beheld the miracle of the Omega's defeat and withdrawal. That the price was dear did not change for him the sheer unheralded marvel of it. Here was a world, a people, champions, that might at last be rallied to face down the lord of the Terminus. They must be protected until they can rise in warlike spirit and as a blazing host make true that promise. He would do anything for them until that day can come. He /will/ do anything for them until that day can come. For their lives, for their souls.<br/><br/>Not that being a superhero of earth has been exactly a seamless transition. Starfury comes from a completely different dimension, one of stark war, where such life as can exist within it, must exist on a large and bombastic scale just to be vigorous enough to survive. He can be too larger than life, sometimes, in his passions. His sensibilities besides are that of a warrior, and they don't quite work all the time in terms of how the societies here govern their social contracts (which he finds aggravating now and then).<br/><br/>On the other hand, he's discovered rock and roll, as though it was specifically made for him, so perfectly has he taken to it with his own song. How can't he try his best for Earth? They invented the electric guitar.<br/><br/>Known Meta-Human Abilities: Starfury's body has been altered from its original state, though he still bears a great deal of the resilience and physical capacity of his race. He is known to have a developed control over light, able to generate wide flares of it for both illumination and blinding bursts, capable of focusing it into damaging blasts, channelling pulses of it into his hand to hand strikes to enhance them and land blows in a flurry. His flight speed has been clocked at 250 miles/hour. The extent of his durability shown so far has seen him shrugging off small arms fire, and his frequency of activity suggests an ability to go without sleep, food or air. His senses seem to be enhanced to some degree, able to see and hear farther than a normal human being, operating normally within total darkness.<br/><br/>Particularities, Limitations, and Weaknesses: While strong well beyond the norm by human standards, his transformation has removed much of the innate superstrength of his people.<br/><br/>Equipment, Weapons and Paraphernalia:<br/><br/>Skills, Talents, Hobbies, and Abilities: Starfury retains a great deal of the capacity developed from his upbringing in Nihilor's gladiator pits, and his role as Omega's hunter and enforcer. He is still a skilled and insightful combatant and tracker, a canny, quick and acrobatic fighter and stalker, though he has had to spend some time acclimating those abilities to what is almost an entirely new body. His youth in Omega's court and training at the feet of his lieutenants, along with the legacy of his blood, and the soul and memory echoes of his Alphian progenitor have refined him in mind and body, giving him a breadth of basic knowledge and capacity across a variety of fields. That his soul blazes shows in his sheer force of personality, and in his captivating talent as a musician, even if it's all power chords and bombast. Aside from his music, his spiritual rebirth has let him revel in combat again, sparring or otherwise. His satisfaction in hunting is a much quieter thing, and personal, a time to flow through instinct and nature. He revels generally in a world that compared to the Terminus seems as a paradise, taking joy in the smallest of peaceful meals, to the most frenetically raging parties. He's something of a sensate in that respect, and when not superheroing, hunting or performing, he finds some celebration or another to involve himself in.<br/><br/>Physical Information:<br/>Ethnic Group: Furion<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual<br/>Age: 21<br/>Height: 6"5<br/>Weight: 000lbs.<br/>Hair Colour: Crimson<br/>Eye Colour: Gold<br/>Physical Appearance: Fury is a looming presence overall, tall and muscled in athletic proportion, with a burning, golden eyed gaze that can seem to bear down with the force and heat of a supernova. Though kept above his shoulders, his deeply crimson hair is tousled and thick enough to frame his face. His features have a primal, perfected quality to them, light and life evident in the gleam of a wolfish grin, a sense of fire and vitality in his bearing. When he moves, it is with power and grace twinned together, enough of his old life still with him to give his motions the measured, loping stride of a hunter, though even when still there is a pronounced pent up energy to him, almost infectious vigor.<br/>Distinguishing Characteristics: His eyes are a burnished gold, and his hair really is crimson.<br/>Normal Attire: He tends to stay in costume a lot. When not so doing, he'll dress for comfort and ease of motion, generally jeans and a t shirt.<br/>Costume Description: Starfury wears a red, high collared, side buttoning leather jacket and red trousers. The symbol over the chest of his jacket one of a golden, four pointed starburst with a gold circle cycling through the points. His costume overall is red chased with gold, with the buttons of his jacket, and his boots and gauntlets metallic in that colour. His jacket is similarly plated at the shoulders.<br/><br/>Str 20 (+5), Dex 20 (+5), Con 34 (+12), Int 20 (+5), Wis 20 (+5), Cha 20 (+5)<br/>Att: +8<br/>Def: +8 (+5 from dodge focus)<br/>Saves: Reflex +8, Fortitude +12, Will +12, Toughness +12 (+6 impervious)<br/>Skills: Acrobatics 8 (+13), Notice 6 (+11), Perform (Singing) 8 (+13), Perform (Stringed Instruments) 8 (+13), Intimidation 8 (+13), Sense Motive 6 (+11), Languages (English), Stealth 6 (+11), Survival 5 (+10)<br/>Feats: All out Attack, Power Attack, Takedown Attack 2, Dodge Focus 5, Blind Fighting, Jack of All Trades, Move By Attack 2, Attractive 2, Acrobatic Bluff, Fearless, Rage 3, Luck, Improved Init, Track, Uncanny Dodge<br/>Powers: Immunity 14 (aging, life support, starvation/thirst, sleep, visual dazzle effects),  Impervious 6 on toughness, Light Control 12 (alt powers: strike 12 (autofire 1), blast 12, Dazzle 12 (visual), Dazzle 6 (visual, burst, area)), Flight 6, Enhanced Senses 4 (Sight 1, Vision 1, Darkvision)<br/>