VEIN
Real Name: Bale Kelian
Known Aliases: The Albino, Mr. Albus White, the Ghost Man
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'9''
Weight: 250 lbs
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: White
Super Power Origin: Mutant/Cyborg
Powers/Abilities: Phasing, energy/matter absorption and projection, cybernetics
Place of Birth: South Africa
Appearance: Albino (white skin and hair), a number of scars including over his right eye, metal and leg arm; usually wears all white covered in a white trench coat, often with a mask that covers nearly his whole face.
Language: English and Afrikaans
Standard Equipment:
Biography
Bale Kelian was born and raised in South Africa until he joined the military. Not the most obedient soldier, Bale was quickly expelled and took his skills to the private sector as a mercenary where his mutation served as a boon. He is in peak physical condition despite his age and easily has an advantage against smaller people given his height and build. Vein is a sociopath with no empathy towards his fellows who gets a thrill out of torturing and killing people. His occupation usually gets it out of his system, but when it doesn't or he goes without killing anyone for extended periods of time, he gets depressed. This emotional connection to violence has driven him to become something of a serial killer though his MO isn't quite solid enough for him to be readily identified as a continuous offender.
His preferred targets are women and regenerative mutants, the latter because they prove the greatest challenge to kill and take the longest to torture. Vein has engaged in cannibalism and sometimes keeps trophies of his victims whether it be an item or body part.
As Alexandra's prisoner:
"He was my prisoner in a mental ward. I managed to block off his abilities with my psionic prowess, but he was still deadly. A capable killer with no fear of death. I was probably the only one on staff who wasn't completely afraid of the monster. That's part of what drew him to me. It's like he could sense the similar nature within us. We were both killers. But ohhhhhhh..." her fists tightened. "That drove me insane. To think that bastard dared to compare me to himself? He tortured my brother for days, maybe even weeks. I hated him. I wanted to make him suffer like Scorn had. So, I did." Alexandra shrugged nonchalantly as images of the torture flickered through her head. Appropriate. The torture started in the mind. As the psychiatrist could not leave hugely obvious physical injuries on her patient, she went into his mind to simulate the process. The doctor closed her eyes as she recounted the scenes, her tongue sliding over her ruby lips in delight. "His pained screeches and groans were like music. But it wasn't enough. I wanted to feel his body crumble in my grasp." Her eyes opened with a sadistic smile which she tried to fight back by sinking a pearly set of teeth into her bottom lip. "He almost enjoyed the physical attention. No, he did. His lewd words beckoned me to continue as he licked his white lips eagerly. The exquisite taste of his blood, the sound of his cries, the smell of hot sweat beading on his skin. Mm, it was just more than I could handle. Other lustful passions took over, and it was... amazing...
"I've had an affair with a complete psychopath. It's exhilarating. The swirling melodies of pain and pleasure, the constant threat of danger and uncertainty, the raw passion and detachment. But it ends. The passion dies out, and the hatred turns into cold loathing. Suddenly the novelty of screwing a ruthless killer grows old. What's worse, someone like Vein won't just let you go away. No, they'll keep obsessing until either of you are dead. After he escaped, sometimes I still think I see red eyes in the darkness of my window."
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