Codenamed Sanguinary Shifter, the Progenitor gained his title after his slaughter of the East Wing.
Codenamed Sanguinary Shifter, the Progenitor gained his title after his slaughter of the East Wing. Main form was that of a teenage boy, approximately 17 years of age, who stood around 5’ 5” with black hair and either black or toxic green eyes, depending on his activation status. His file lacked anything useful, just things like how his ability was classified as ‘organic manipulation’, how you were to ‘flee on sight’, or how he was a member of the Crimson Lion’s little guerilla group alongside his sister and the Pleiades Lily. It was completely useless, containing nothing she needed to get rid of that monster once and for all.
“Always happy to help those in need.” Pocketing the stack of cash, the shapeshifter waved off the satisfied customer with a lazy smirk. Running a hand through his hair, Halogen changed from a doppelganger back to his more innate form, hiking his guitar case further up his shoulder and exiting the old building. All that was left to do was pick up his sister, then they were free to do whatever.
This. This is what he wants. Letting a light laugh bubble in his chest, Halogen stared up at the towering buildings of the city, revelling in the scarred sky as he jumped and grabbed a fire ladder, deciding to take the scenic route back. Say what you want about the cons of re-awakening, the warrants, the hunters, the betrayal, the internment, so many bad things may have happened, but he was free. He was free, and he couldn’t hurt anyone again.