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Full Name: Sir Bennet Du Paris
Codename: Exodus
Nicknames: Paris Bennet
Type: Canon
Gender: Male
Race: Homo superior
Age: 884
DOB: March 7th
Hometown: Paris, France
Current Residence: Brotherhood HQ
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Loyalty: Brotherhood
Family: Jason du Paris
Magdelene du Paris
Height: 6'0
Weight: 195
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Body Type: Fit
Distinguishing Features: Flushing of his skin, giving the appearance of a red tone at times.
Typical Style: Finely made, but strange
Physical Mutations: Skin Colour
Uniform: Black silk breeches and tunic, over which he wears a purple almost armoured material. There is a pair of golden constructs on his shoulders which give an impression of wings. Finally, he wears a white cloak over all of this.
Personality: Paris Bennet is a man who has had everything taken from him in the pursuit of power. His anger led him to abandon his friend, and his arrogance led him to attack him. He has never been able to make amends of that, and more importantly, has never come to terms with the pain he feels. He wants most of all, to be able to reconcile with a man who has been dead for over seven hundred years. But his friendship with Eobar is long dead, and he has accepted he will never see him again.
As Exodus, he fervently believed in Magneto as a savior to mutant kind, even worshipping him as the Messiah’s second coming. Ancient faith in God’s son, twisted by his isolation, and by Apocalypse, became the bedrock of this belief, and when it was eventually chipped away, and broken, Exodus was destroyed. His psyche has always been held together by a string, and every time he has been defeated, it has thinned it a bit more.
After his failure to save Xavier, Exodus looked back at his life, and saw all the things he had done in a new light. He knew he had meant the best for mutantkind. While he still had no love for humanity, he realized that they were not entirely worthless. He is still brooding over whether the few who could be worthy of remaining, are worth the salvation of the chaff. He waits for a sign, trusting in God again.
History: Bennet of Paris was a French knight, who served in the crusades, a skilled knight, and a capable strategist. His heroism went far in the salvation of Jerusalem from the Saracens, but… He had always felt lost. Like he was meant for more. His faith could not give him answers, nor could his bretheren, but for the Black Knight. Eobar was a dear friend and ally. They resolved to travel into the desert, to seek out a legend of an eternal pharaoh. But Eobar abandoned the quest in the last moments, for some woman he met. After a bitter farewell, Exodus left for the pharaoh.
Soon, Bennet found himself tested by En Sabah Nur… Apocalypse. His victory was the beginning of the end of the French knight. He felt himself twisted, and broken by the awakening of his powers, becoming something far more… But losing a part of himself as well. He looked back at his helm, laying in the sand, and knew it represented everything he was abandoning in the name of power.
He was dubbed ‘Exodus’, and was set to battle Eobar, and a Witch. His battle against the two of them ended with his awakening to the truth. He was Apocalypses minion. He turned on the Mutant, and was cast into a tomb within the Swiss Alps. He would never get the chance to make amends to Eobar.
He slept in darkness, until he found himself awakened by a man in crimson armour. His mind could not probe him, but for some reason, Magneto resonated to him with his words. Exodus swore himself to Magneto, and took command of the Acolytes, ousting Fabian Cortez. The Treacherous mutant was abandoned in favour of the man who Magneto had sent for them.
He battled X Force for Cannonball and Sunspot, and overpowered them. Leading them right back to Avalon, he was party to a Hero being wounded by Magneto before the mental assault by Charles Xavier upon the Crimson Armoured Lord. He assumed command of the Acolytes, but he found himself speaking with Magneto, onesided conversations, though he could hear Magneto’s voice in return.
The traitor resurfaced in Genosha. Holding his Messiah’s granddaughter hostage, Exodus appeared as an angel of fury to the Mutants of Genosha. He sought the annihilation of the human dogs, and the death of the traitor. His fury was unbridled, as he singlehandedly overpowered all who opposed him. He commanded Cortez to hand over the child, and then cast him from his sight. Quicksilver, Jean Grey, Crystal, and the Scarlet Witch were all no match for him before, and now he appeared to the mutants of Genosha. If they would not rally to inspiration, than fear would be there battle cry. Fear of him. He raised his hands, and threatened to destroy Genosha if they would not attack the humans. Xavier’s dogs had no chance to fight him… Until.
It was a distraction from Professor Xavier himself that allowed someone to dishonourably strike him from behind. And as he turned, he was stunned. Eobar… Reborn? His brother in arms turned on him. They had taken his friend and turned them against him! He let loose an assault upon the next person who attacked, Quicksilver, and vanished, retreating to Avalon to lick his wounds.
One of his men reported that there was a cocoon of ice outside of Avalon, and when he ordered it aboard, he could feel the doubt and mistrust of his Acolytes. He couldn’t allow them to disturb the Messiah’s rest, why did they not believe it when he talked of Magneto’s voice? But then there was such pain, lives being snuffed out! A Creature was aboard Avalon. He had to fight him for Magneto! For the Messiah! Nothing else mattered, merely an enemy of God’s son. He re-entered the atmosphere in battle, losing at the last minute to this child of the Heathen Apocalypse, and returned into hiding. He needed to rest, crawling to his crypt, and trying to sleep.
He returned to the command of the Acolytes, and more importantly, he was told of the crimes of the High Evolutionary. His rage was immeasureable. He sent Acolytes and Mutates to battle the menace, opposing the Knights of Wundagore, and Quicksilver once more. Could God’s grandson not see the light? Exodus took command, and from there, he heard his Messiah’s voice once more. Magneto commanded that the abominations be cleansed. His soldiers were sent out to battle the threat, even that viper, Cortez, found himself a mission, to overtake the Terrigen mists, and destroy them.
Man-beast would betray his master, and the High Evolutionary would be brought to his knees in another battle for Wundagore. Exodus commanded the return of the Isotope to he, its rightful master. But the creature refused, and they began to battle. The clash of God’s chosen knight and this being was mighty, and terrible, but they soon found kinship in mind, and joined forces. Quicksilver, the Knights of Wundagore, and the Heroes for Hire were no match for the Duo, and soon found themselves prisoner. Chivalry lived in the Knight, and he would not let it die. God would never allow him to stray from the path.
But for Quicksilver. He somehow found himself free, and gained command of the Isotope. And now here he was, fighting Exodus. Why! WHY! Why did he turn against his father’s champion! His Grandfather’s servant! Did God truly allow him such freedom? He was beaten once more, the blood of the divine not allowing him to triumph over it. And now the Abomination was alive. The High Evolutionary the height of more than three men, and thoroughly a lunatic, assaulted. Exodus’ men turned on him, and he cursed them once more, setting out to battle alone. He was God’s Knight. None would overcome him… Until he was fought to a halt. Even with the aid of Hero, he was overpowered. But then Man-beast appeared, and it was the efforts of a trinity that would overcome the High Evolutionary. Pietro talked him down, begging them to not bloody their hands, and Exodus could not refuse him. But the looming threat was too great. He apologized in his heart as he raised his sword. But then he heard a voice… A voice that was too strong to ignore.
The Black Knight… EOBAR! He was here again. Overjoyed to have his friend back, he entered the man’s mind. He wanted to reunite with his friend. But the battle commenced. Exodus had fallen too far. Steel rang on steel, the Frenchman and the Englishmen dueling. Paris could have killed him at any time, but it was Eobar. He loved him as a brother. He could not strike him down, and soon was imprisoned in his tomb once more.
A bolt of lightning from above struck the tomb, and shattered the weakened defenses. Paris was nurtured by the energies of the tomb once more, and soon left for Genosha. But if God did not want him, he would be as God was. He took command of the isle, freedom be-damned, and through technological augmentation, he was able to bring peace. True peace. Though it was going against God, the bloodshed stopped. He was Mangeto in guise, seeking to bring a true paradise, an Eden on earth.
He was unmasked by Xavier’s minions, and he was forced to watch his Eden burn. It hurt, to watch his happiness, his perfect paradise burn. He felt the seeds of rage burn in his breast again. Mankind would PAY! Human’s burned his land, as he watched the mutants flee. God wished for them alone to inherit the earth. He would be the sword that would scourge the earth of humanity, and pave the way for Homo-Superiors.
He formed a new brotherhood, and brought the war to Men, but it was not one he could win. The X-Men thwarted him again, and he brought the battle to them, only to be sucked into one of their numbers head. He was forced to use his incredible power to free his brothers that time again, feeling drained, he hid to lick his wounds.
Weakened, and hiding, a blue armoured hand was offered to the frenchman. The Marauder's master, Sinister, was extended to him. In return for being healed, and the recovery of the acolytes still loyal to Exodus, he was to assault the X-Men as part of a multi-prong attack to erase any source of knowledge from the future not in Essex's control. He gladly lent his aid out of wounded pride, and a desire to heal his comrades. He battled Emma Frost, and barely held his own against her and her students, before being pressed away by an attack on his innards by the mutant Dust. He found a fake diary, and stormed away, the united X-Men pressing him. Once more, he was licking his wounds, Sinister not answering his telepathic hails.
But then he felt a ripple in the Astral plane. Xavier! He went there, to save Magneto’s friend, and was unable to do so. He fell to his knees, and saw it was Professor X, not Magneto, who had needed his faith. All his anger, all his rage, they poisoned his attempt to save the man, and he was unable to do anything for him. He left, broken once more. He sought refuge in hideaways of the brotherhood all throughout America, until he came to New York. He waited here, for a sign, and began licking his wounds again.
But in the presence of such tragedy, he focused on his duty. He served Magneto still, healing his soldiers and rescuing one or two from the skirmish with the X-Men in front of the the Podium, and meeting the double agent that Magnus had gained. He did what he could for the boys mind, but if he had done much more, he risked the telepaths of the X-Men discovering his hand. All he could offer was words of faith, to trust in God.
Cynthia disappeared. He was left searching for her, as Magneto withdrew to Asteroid M, in pursuit of a new plan, and perhaps new allies. Exodus was left bereft of soldiers to command, the rest of the Brotherhood being moved to different sections of the organization, or captured in the case of Domino. It was a simple thing, to set everything up. Johnson would die. And this barbarism would come to an end.
But then a blue devil appeared to him once more, begging boon. Death lived, and needed to die, and so the Exodus again must fly.
Powers: Telekinesis: Exodus has the capacity to lift far above one hundred tones with his telekinesis, as well as disassemble complex devices or assemble them without error or flaw, create Force Fields of vastly terrifying strength, unleash blasts capable of sundering steel, manipulate the earths own magnetic field to release vast amounts of heat energy, and fly for long distances at Mach 2
Telepathy: Exodus is a High Order telepath, capable of projecting and reading thoughts almost world wide, as well as tracking the thought patterns of sentient beings, masking the presence of himself or others, controlling the minds of others, creating illusions, taking over the minds of others through possession, altering the minds of others by force of will, creating psychic shields, paralyzing or erasing minds, creating blasts of psychic energy, and projecting himself into the Astral Plane.
Healing/Regeneration: Provided Rigor Mortis, and Brain Death have not set in, Exodus can heal any injury to himself or others, even reviving the dead if he can arrive in time, should he have a corpse to revive.
Durability: Exodus has a durability that rivals that of the 'Gods' of Grecian Myth. He can withstand extreme temperatures and pressures, punctures, corrosives, toxins, and concussion with nothing beyond minor injury, and regenerate tissues of any sort.
Teleportation: Exodus has the ability to take himself, and others wherever he pleases, should he know the location he is teleporting to. He must be able to lift the total number of passengers telekinetically.
Psionic Vampirism: When in a damaged state, Exodus can absord the psychic energies of others to bolster his own.
Life-Force Vampirism: Similar to his vampirism of psychic energies, when Exodus is in danger, he has the power to drain the Life-Force of his foes.
Psionic Shield: Provided he is not actively using his telepathy, Exodus has an innate barrier to psychic tampering, that inflicts dire pain on his foes.
Eternal Life: Exodus does not age, and is affixed permanently at the absolute height of his prime.
Confidence: As Exodus' faith waxes hot, his powers grow more and more awe inspiring. The Faith in himself, and that of others in his Power. Exodus feeds off of the energies produced by that faith. The more strongly it is around him, the more powerful he becomes. This makes him a foe to be feared, because as his resolve grows, so does the danger.
Classification: Zeta (Alpha)
Skills: Possessed of an array of skills he has picked up over nearly a millennium, but the least of which are horsemanship, swordplay, and leadership. A former Crusader, he has the combat skills of one, as well as a full education. This has been updated by his time in the modern world, but he can out debate many people about ancient history, having lived it.
Weaponry: A Damascus steel longsword.
Role Play Sample: The Acolyte turned, staring at the man before him. A mutant turned against his own brothers, having registered himself, and taking solace in the apprehension of others. A powerful one, Bennet could sense. The man and he watched eachother warily, one hand resting on his sword, as the mans rested on his hips. There was a shift, a breeze, and an exhalation, then a flash of light, and the sword was free, and through the man's stomach. He smirked, turned the blade, ending this filth's life. “Such arrogance. I find you wanting.” And then he felt it. A presence he had not known for years. He turned, staring at the man who appeared before him. Sinister. The knight frowned, staring to the man. What did this wretch want.
“I need your help. I am planning an assault on the X-Men, and my forces are sparse at best. The Horsemen of Death and War are both there, Hero. Help me erase his taint from this world.”
The Acolyte frowned, but nodded. “I will not allow the False God to rise again.”
Your Name: Seru
Other Characters: Herald, Tempus, Schwarzengel, Sinister
Codename: Exodus
Nicknames: Paris Bennet
Type: Canon
Gender: Male
Race: Homo superior
Age: 884
DOB: March 7th
Hometown: Paris, France
Current Residence: Brotherhood HQ
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Loyalty: Brotherhood
Family: Jason du Paris
Magdelene du Paris
Height: 6'0
Weight: 195
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Body Type: Fit
Distinguishing Features: Flushing of his skin, giving the appearance of a red tone at times.
Typical Style: Finely made, but strange
Physical Mutations: Skin Colour
Uniform: Black silk breeches and tunic, over which he wears a purple almost armoured material. There is a pair of golden constructs on his shoulders which give an impression of wings. Finally, he wears a white cloak over all of this.
Personality: Paris Bennet is a man who has had everything taken from him in the pursuit of power. His anger led him to abandon his friend, and his arrogance led him to attack him. He has never been able to make amends of that, and more importantly, has never come to terms with the pain he feels. He wants most of all, to be able to reconcile with a man who has been dead for over seven hundred years. But his friendship with Eobar is long dead, and he has accepted he will never see him again.
As Exodus, he fervently believed in Magneto as a savior to mutant kind, even worshipping him as the Messiah’s second coming. Ancient faith in God’s son, twisted by his isolation, and by Apocalypse, became the bedrock of this belief, and when it was eventually chipped away, and broken, Exodus was destroyed. His psyche has always been held together by a string, and every time he has been defeated, it has thinned it a bit more.
After his failure to save Xavier, Exodus looked back at his life, and saw all the things he had done in a new light. He knew he had meant the best for mutantkind. While he still had no love for humanity, he realized that they were not entirely worthless. He is still brooding over whether the few who could be worthy of remaining, are worth the salvation of the chaff. He waits for a sign, trusting in God again.
History: Bennet of Paris was a French knight, who served in the crusades, a skilled knight, and a capable strategist. His heroism went far in the salvation of Jerusalem from the Saracens, but… He had always felt lost. Like he was meant for more. His faith could not give him answers, nor could his bretheren, but for the Black Knight. Eobar was a dear friend and ally. They resolved to travel into the desert, to seek out a legend of an eternal pharaoh. But Eobar abandoned the quest in the last moments, for some woman he met. After a bitter farewell, Exodus left for the pharaoh.
Soon, Bennet found himself tested by En Sabah Nur… Apocalypse. His victory was the beginning of the end of the French knight. He felt himself twisted, and broken by the awakening of his powers, becoming something far more… But losing a part of himself as well. He looked back at his helm, laying in the sand, and knew it represented everything he was abandoning in the name of power.
He was dubbed ‘Exodus’, and was set to battle Eobar, and a Witch. His battle against the two of them ended with his awakening to the truth. He was Apocalypses minion. He turned on the Mutant, and was cast into a tomb within the Swiss Alps. He would never get the chance to make amends to Eobar.
He slept in darkness, until he found himself awakened by a man in crimson armour. His mind could not probe him, but for some reason, Magneto resonated to him with his words. Exodus swore himself to Magneto, and took command of the Acolytes, ousting Fabian Cortez. The Treacherous mutant was abandoned in favour of the man who Magneto had sent for them.
He battled X Force for Cannonball and Sunspot, and overpowered them. Leading them right back to Avalon, he was party to a Hero being wounded by Magneto before the mental assault by Charles Xavier upon the Crimson Armoured Lord. He assumed command of the Acolytes, but he found himself speaking with Magneto, onesided conversations, though he could hear Magneto’s voice in return.
The traitor resurfaced in Genosha. Holding his Messiah’s granddaughter hostage, Exodus appeared as an angel of fury to the Mutants of Genosha. He sought the annihilation of the human dogs, and the death of the traitor. His fury was unbridled, as he singlehandedly overpowered all who opposed him. He commanded Cortez to hand over the child, and then cast him from his sight. Quicksilver, Jean Grey, Crystal, and the Scarlet Witch were all no match for him before, and now he appeared to the mutants of Genosha. If they would not rally to inspiration, than fear would be there battle cry. Fear of him. He raised his hands, and threatened to destroy Genosha if they would not attack the humans. Xavier’s dogs had no chance to fight him… Until.
It was a distraction from Professor Xavier himself that allowed someone to dishonourably strike him from behind. And as he turned, he was stunned. Eobar… Reborn? His brother in arms turned on him. They had taken his friend and turned them against him! He let loose an assault upon the next person who attacked, Quicksilver, and vanished, retreating to Avalon to lick his wounds.
One of his men reported that there was a cocoon of ice outside of Avalon, and when he ordered it aboard, he could feel the doubt and mistrust of his Acolytes. He couldn’t allow them to disturb the Messiah’s rest, why did they not believe it when he talked of Magneto’s voice? But then there was such pain, lives being snuffed out! A Creature was aboard Avalon. He had to fight him for Magneto! For the Messiah! Nothing else mattered, merely an enemy of God’s son. He re-entered the atmosphere in battle, losing at the last minute to this child of the Heathen Apocalypse, and returned into hiding. He needed to rest, crawling to his crypt, and trying to sleep.
He returned to the command of the Acolytes, and more importantly, he was told of the crimes of the High Evolutionary. His rage was immeasureable. He sent Acolytes and Mutates to battle the menace, opposing the Knights of Wundagore, and Quicksilver once more. Could God’s grandson not see the light? Exodus took command, and from there, he heard his Messiah’s voice once more. Magneto commanded that the abominations be cleansed. His soldiers were sent out to battle the threat, even that viper, Cortez, found himself a mission, to overtake the Terrigen mists, and destroy them.
Man-beast would betray his master, and the High Evolutionary would be brought to his knees in another battle for Wundagore. Exodus commanded the return of the Isotope to he, its rightful master. But the creature refused, and they began to battle. The clash of God’s chosen knight and this being was mighty, and terrible, but they soon found kinship in mind, and joined forces. Quicksilver, the Knights of Wundagore, and the Heroes for Hire were no match for the Duo, and soon found themselves prisoner. Chivalry lived in the Knight, and he would not let it die. God would never allow him to stray from the path.
But for Quicksilver. He somehow found himself free, and gained command of the Isotope. And now here he was, fighting Exodus. Why! WHY! Why did he turn against his father’s champion! His Grandfather’s servant! Did God truly allow him such freedom? He was beaten once more, the blood of the divine not allowing him to triumph over it. And now the Abomination was alive. The High Evolutionary the height of more than three men, and thoroughly a lunatic, assaulted. Exodus’ men turned on him, and he cursed them once more, setting out to battle alone. He was God’s Knight. None would overcome him… Until he was fought to a halt. Even with the aid of Hero, he was overpowered. But then Man-beast appeared, and it was the efforts of a trinity that would overcome the High Evolutionary. Pietro talked him down, begging them to not bloody their hands, and Exodus could not refuse him. But the looming threat was too great. He apologized in his heart as he raised his sword. But then he heard a voice… A voice that was too strong to ignore.
The Black Knight… EOBAR! He was here again. Overjoyed to have his friend back, he entered the man’s mind. He wanted to reunite with his friend. But the battle commenced. Exodus had fallen too far. Steel rang on steel, the Frenchman and the Englishmen dueling. Paris could have killed him at any time, but it was Eobar. He loved him as a brother. He could not strike him down, and soon was imprisoned in his tomb once more.
A bolt of lightning from above struck the tomb, and shattered the weakened defenses. Paris was nurtured by the energies of the tomb once more, and soon left for Genosha. But if God did not want him, he would be as God was. He took command of the isle, freedom be-damned, and through technological augmentation, he was able to bring peace. True peace. Though it was going against God, the bloodshed stopped. He was Mangeto in guise, seeking to bring a true paradise, an Eden on earth.
He was unmasked by Xavier’s minions, and he was forced to watch his Eden burn. It hurt, to watch his happiness, his perfect paradise burn. He felt the seeds of rage burn in his breast again. Mankind would PAY! Human’s burned his land, as he watched the mutants flee. God wished for them alone to inherit the earth. He would be the sword that would scourge the earth of humanity, and pave the way for Homo-Superiors.
He formed a new brotherhood, and brought the war to Men, but it was not one he could win. The X-Men thwarted him again, and he brought the battle to them, only to be sucked into one of their numbers head. He was forced to use his incredible power to free his brothers that time again, feeling drained, he hid to lick his wounds.
Weakened, and hiding, a blue armoured hand was offered to the frenchman. The Marauder's master, Sinister, was extended to him. In return for being healed, and the recovery of the acolytes still loyal to Exodus, he was to assault the X-Men as part of a multi-prong attack to erase any source of knowledge from the future not in Essex's control. He gladly lent his aid out of wounded pride, and a desire to heal his comrades. He battled Emma Frost, and barely held his own against her and her students, before being pressed away by an attack on his innards by the mutant Dust. He found a fake diary, and stormed away, the united X-Men pressing him. Once more, he was licking his wounds, Sinister not answering his telepathic hails.
But then he felt a ripple in the Astral plane. Xavier! He went there, to save Magneto’s friend, and was unable to do so. He fell to his knees, and saw it was Professor X, not Magneto, who had needed his faith. All his anger, all his rage, they poisoned his attempt to save the man, and he was unable to do anything for him. He left, broken once more. He sought refuge in hideaways of the brotherhood all throughout America, until he came to New York. He waited here, for a sign, and began licking his wounds again.
But in the presence of such tragedy, he focused on his duty. He served Magneto still, healing his soldiers and rescuing one or two from the skirmish with the X-Men in front of the the Podium, and meeting the double agent that Magnus had gained. He did what he could for the boys mind, but if he had done much more, he risked the telepaths of the X-Men discovering his hand. All he could offer was words of faith, to trust in God.
Cynthia disappeared. He was left searching for her, as Magneto withdrew to Asteroid M, in pursuit of a new plan, and perhaps new allies. Exodus was left bereft of soldiers to command, the rest of the Brotherhood being moved to different sections of the organization, or captured in the case of Domino. It was a simple thing, to set everything up. Johnson would die. And this barbarism would come to an end.
But then a blue devil appeared to him once more, begging boon. Death lived, and needed to die, and so the Exodus again must fly.
Powers: Telekinesis: Exodus has the capacity to lift far above one hundred tones with his telekinesis, as well as disassemble complex devices or assemble them without error or flaw, create Force Fields of vastly terrifying strength, unleash blasts capable of sundering steel, manipulate the earths own magnetic field to release vast amounts of heat energy, and fly for long distances at Mach 2
Telepathy: Exodus is a High Order telepath, capable of projecting and reading thoughts almost world wide, as well as tracking the thought patterns of sentient beings, masking the presence of himself or others, controlling the minds of others, creating illusions, taking over the minds of others through possession, altering the minds of others by force of will, creating psychic shields, paralyzing or erasing minds, creating blasts of psychic energy, and projecting himself into the Astral Plane.
Healing/Regeneration: Provided Rigor Mortis, and Brain Death have not set in, Exodus can heal any injury to himself or others, even reviving the dead if he can arrive in time, should he have a corpse to revive.
Durability: Exodus has a durability that rivals that of the 'Gods' of Grecian Myth. He can withstand extreme temperatures and pressures, punctures, corrosives, toxins, and concussion with nothing beyond minor injury, and regenerate tissues of any sort.
Teleportation: Exodus has the ability to take himself, and others wherever he pleases, should he know the location he is teleporting to. He must be able to lift the total number of passengers telekinetically.
Psionic Vampirism: When in a damaged state, Exodus can absord the psychic energies of others to bolster his own.
Life-Force Vampirism: Similar to his vampirism of psychic energies, when Exodus is in danger, he has the power to drain the Life-Force of his foes.
Psionic Shield: Provided he is not actively using his telepathy, Exodus has an innate barrier to psychic tampering, that inflicts dire pain on his foes.
Eternal Life: Exodus does not age, and is affixed permanently at the absolute height of his prime.
Confidence: As Exodus' faith waxes hot, his powers grow more and more awe inspiring. The Faith in himself, and that of others in his Power. Exodus feeds off of the energies produced by that faith. The more strongly it is around him, the more powerful he becomes. This makes him a foe to be feared, because as his resolve grows, so does the danger.
Classification: Zeta (Alpha)
Skills: Possessed of an array of skills he has picked up over nearly a millennium, but the least of which are horsemanship, swordplay, and leadership. A former Crusader, he has the combat skills of one, as well as a full education. This has been updated by his time in the modern world, but he can out debate many people about ancient history, having lived it.
Weaponry: A Damascus steel longsword.
Role Play Sample: The Acolyte turned, staring at the man before him. A mutant turned against his own brothers, having registered himself, and taking solace in the apprehension of others. A powerful one, Bennet could sense. The man and he watched eachother warily, one hand resting on his sword, as the mans rested on his hips. There was a shift, a breeze, and an exhalation, then a flash of light, and the sword was free, and through the man's stomach. He smirked, turned the blade, ending this filth's life. “Such arrogance. I find you wanting.” And then he felt it. A presence he had not known for years. He turned, staring at the man who appeared before him. Sinister. The knight frowned, staring to the man. What did this wretch want.
“I need your help. I am planning an assault on the X-Men, and my forces are sparse at best. The Horsemen of Death and War are both there, Hero. Help me erase his taint from this world.”
The Acolyte frowned, but nodded. “I will not allow the False God to rise again.”
Your Name: Seru
Other Characters: Herald, Tempus, Schwarzengel, Sinister