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Description

So this might be changed going forward at least for the stories. Core idea is staying the same just details might switch up here and there. So take all this with a grain of salt.

TLDR: Sneckdraw is telekinetic demon hunter, who just happens to be overly obsessed about his job. And fun fact the red x motif is a turned cross in reference to his past as a medical professional.

Also check out the three stories related to him; (They are old so they might need to be fixed still.)
>First is ‘With regret’<
>Second is ‘Medicated Bliss’<
>and Third would be ‘Ruptured king’<
Real name: Irving Richter
Alias: Sneckdraw
Occupation:
Sneckdraw works for a government funded enforcement agency called the Saviors of Abel. Their main focus being the extermination and removal of all demonic and paranormal based forces that could be seen as harmful to normal life. Although most members tend to refer to the group simply as the Saviors due to avoid the biblical connection that was seen far more important in the agency’s early years.
Age: Unknown but assumed to be somewhere around 80 to 150.
Notable features:
Sneckdraw’s skin is scarred beyond repair, caused mainly by rapidly growing cysts that cover almost every inch of his body. There are also very distinct marks on his wrists from several suicide attempts.
The mask he wears consistently feeds a controlled dosage of medication stored in the hair like tendrils. Allowing his face to be the only region on his body not effected by his illness. The major flaw being that his face has dozens of needles dug into it at every moment he wares it. Although there were attempts to spread the effects throughout all of his body, it caused an overdose like reaction and dulled his mind and body to an almost unusable state. It should also be stated that his body is riddled with the marks of needles, but tend to be lost among his scars.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 147 pounds
Personality:
Sneckdraw is a man so dedicated to his beliefs he can almost be seen as delusional. He is unrelenting on the things he views as wrong and holds an unbreakable conviction to those he believes in. He’s experienced and well spoken. He becomes so focused on those around him that he doesn’t even spare a second to think of his own needs. An unrelenting force that will never give up on a task given to him.
Sneckdraw tends to take the attitude that because he has power and that because he cannot easily be killed that he can bare the pain for those around him. Every mental trama and monster that needs to die falls to him and he accepts it like a deluded Martyr.
Powers:
Telekinesis, immortality, and knowledge of medical based skills.

Weapons:

Sneckdraw normally uses carpentry nails as his main weapon of choice. They are light weight, so they are incredibly easy for his telekinesis to launch at high speeds. On top of that a box of them can easily be stored in his coat without adding much weight to his person.

He also has access to several machete like blades. They are blessed with holy water, and come in various types of metals. Made to target the weaknesses of his opponents and are generally are not something he'd carry when simply doing recon work. Their use is generally planned for, and based off of on going investigations due to being cumbersome to carry around.

Magic in general in the universe is something anyone can learn. It's a matter of finding that information, and having the willingness to sacrifice for it. It takes time to perform any ritual, and blood from something alive or recently alive. In Sneckdraw's case his knowledge of magic is mainly focused around sealing things away, cleansing impurities, and piercing shots meant to cut through magic shields. All require prep time to draw out symbols and magic circles, so they generally don't work into his normal combat.
Weaknesses/Disadvantages:

His telekinesis is the cause of the cysts that cover his skin. It short due to the failed testing his body produces deformed and unnatural cells, this process is intensified when he uses his powers. So the cysts are more in the vain of an allergic reaction, they occur naturally and cannot be cured due to being part of his internal workings. If left untreated they will continue to grow, or to lead them to bursting from pressure. He'll also begin to get mind splitting head aches when he pushes himself to those limits.

His biological make up is a mess that affect how he ages, the biggest down side of this being that he becomes completely incapable of keeping track of time. Days blend into weeks and become a jumbled mess of fog. While he remembers the bigger events of day to day life he has trouble remembering the finer details.
He is also limited by his convictions and obligation to serve mankind. He's dedicated to the purity of humanity to an unflinching extreme by her command. It makes him easy to predict, his actions are always guided by delusions of divinity. He'll almost always walk into traps if those beliefs are pressed against. He is the hand of execution, and as such he will forsake any friendship or bond to preform that duty. It makes him seem utterly disconnected from the world around him and uncaring. On top of that he always puts his work before his own well being, making it incredibly hard for him to keep relationships of any kind.

His mask also causes several problems. Due to the metal nature of it it does add weight to his person causing some minor back and neck pain. It also has communication, and recording units built into it. So anything that causes distortion or electrical feed back greatly effects him. As the inclosed metal, and close proximity to his head just increases the volume of feedback. In reality any forceful blow to the head can cause immense damage because of the way metal deforms and splinters. It is more a hinderance then anything, as it also causes blind spots. If it wasn't for his illness needing the medicine it supplies, and his powers being mostly ranged based it would be nothing but a pile of junk. Without the mask infections and cysts will start to effect his head. If not properly removed and cleaned they can cause swelling, that can eventually limit his sight, breathing, or in an extreme case limit his brain functions.

In terms of combat, due to his illness he's not built for long term fighting. While he may be immortal, his stamina is incredibly limited. So he can easily be knocked out, due to both blood loss or mental burn out. He can also become overwhelmed by pain to the point of incapacitation. While he does heal naturally due to a bond with his goddess, he still requires bed rest for serious injuries.

Along with his immortality comes the reality that he can still be trapped. While he does regenerate slowly, he can be locked into an unrecoverable state. He would of course constantly feel the unending pain of such a thing.

Finally if anything is able to magically block his goddess from her connection with Sneckdraw, his mind will instantly be filled by the screams of the void. In this state there a the voices millions of dead men and women screaming, laughing and whispering all at once in his mind. So it makes clearing up enough thought to even just perform basic actions like moving borderline impossible. He is utterly uncontrollable, his telekinesis goes wild and tries to throw or grab anything, and everything. Until it eventually overwhelms his brain, leaving him to do nothing but weakly claw out the skin around his skull. It would last until the spell is broken, or an eternity. This is one of the major reasons why his immortality is seen as an incredibly sick joke.

Biography:
Sneckdraw grew up in Washington D.C along with his brother mother and father. His dad was a stern military man, and always taught his sons the importance of duty to ones homeland. This attitude only worsened when his father returned from World War 1. Because of his father’s long periods away from home he ended up idolizing every word he said. In sneckdraws mind he created a belief that heroes go to war, that it’s all one shining example of conquering the villain.
Time passed and his life was simple for the most part, aside for the occasional fallout from his firm political beliefs. Eventually he moved to New York for schooling with the aspirations of becoming a doctor. It was during these years that he met his would be wife. They married in March of 1921, and had two healthy boys. He had a good job, a home a family everything he’d ever want. Then news of a growing conflict started to spread. World War 2. There wasn’t a question the moment news of hit he enlisted.
He underestimated it all, it wasn’t until he was forced into amputating a man’s leg in the middle of the street that he understood. He’d never see that man again never know what happened to him or where he ended up. It was just another fact of life there. Everyone around him was cracking, in their pain and discomfort they always counted on him. Sneckdraw was not allowed to seem unsure, even a moment of panic could shake everyone into absolute terror. Every cold bitter night he’d dream of being back with his family. Although deep inside he knew he was no longer the same, every letter he wrote them covered up the horror of it. To protect the image of the hero he had be brought up on. Shame seeped from every pen stoke as he lied about what was going on and what he faced, It brought fear, fear that after all of this he could never look at them the same. He started to take more risks, playing more and more the role of a hero even against the reality he faced. Sneckdraw cracked, and stopped thinking of anything other than saving the wounded. In the back of his mind this was the way of being the hero people wanted him to be, and avoiding that there was a life after this. It was weak but the lies made everything bearable. He avoided the inescapable depression and trauma of it by disconnecting and focusing on a set path.
He was known for both his skills and his dedication, even in the face of danger. That was until he was wounded in the thigh by a stray bullet while attending to a man. He finish his work, going so far as wanting to even continue working as the blood stained his uniform. His last memories being a blur as he was dragged away from the battlefield.
Later he awoke in a room with a well-dressed man looming over him. The man offered him a chance to do more to be more than just a small piece in the war machine. A chance at being one of the real heroes. He was seeking loyal men, from military families, men who could be trusted. Sneckdraw was invited to a mental enrichment program the goal to create a spy with proven loyalty and the ability the read the mind. The program was nearing a major breakthrough and just needed men of quality to complete the work. He’d have time to heal, time to sort out his mind and it would require only momentary pain. It only took him three days before he agreed to join the program.
Sneckdraw spent 6 months getting pumped with a mixture of needles, drugs with little to no effect. He had little else to do during the time but read and maintain his physical fitness. It was his clinical interest that made it bearable he was one of the few patient’s that got the doctors to talk of what they were actually doing. He knew the schedule, and what was to come next. He continued to write his wife and claimed he had taken a safer job. Aside from the nightmares it was bearable, although he occasionally needed to reread the novels he was given.
It was around the end of the first year that the mood changed, it felt like there was pressure to complete to work done here. Occasionally he’d hear the workers whisper about the Russians and their work on a similar project. It was after that point that other people involved started to die. They’d say the subjects would scream of hearing voices and seeing things. Sneckdraw didn’t feel any of those effects at least not right away. It wasn’t until most had died that he was hit by the side effects of it all. It started as just rashes before quickly cysts started to cover every inch of his body. He was another failure, the final needles just became a hopeless venture. He wrote his final letter, tears soaked the paper as he was honest for the first time in over a year.
When it all seemed like it was over, he woke up to another day. There stood a man with a gun directed at him and a doctor beside him. One look at the room he understood, the books he had collected were floating. He couldn’t read minds and never would, but he was able to move objects with his mind. It became apparent that the more he used that power the worse his skin became. It seemed to be his body reacting negatively to his powers. Not life threatening but painful. He kept pushing how much he could lift with just his mind alone and its strength grew.
He could have bared it if it was simply pain it was the voices that broke him, the whispers and screams. Unholy voices that spoke impossible truths. They never stopped, they pushed him further and further until he made his first attempt to take his own life. They laughed and laughed as he clawed at his own wrists. The men watching him wouldn’t let him just die, he was far too valuable. He woke up, he shouldn’t have and he did. He was left restrained to the bed while they tried desperately to think of some sort of solution.
Sneckdraw begged for anyone and anything to stop the yelling. To let him have his own mind back for even just one more day. It was then he heard her, his nameless love. A voice like a goddess she offered him comfort and guidance. She wanted only to help him all he needed to do was accept. He did without question, and it all stopped, he was free. He swore himself to her word, considering her the voice of god itself.
Not everyone accepted divine intervention as an answer as to why he was fine again. Sneckdraw spent months in isolation with nothing more than books, and the voice of his saviour. He still felt the pain of his skin but he found a calm because of her. Somehow he seemed better than ever. While it took so long for them to trust him, but eventually he was trained to work for the government. His training was always slowed down by the cysts that infected his face. It lead to the creation of his mask, they needed a way to feed a constant supply of specially made anti-infection medicine into his skin. The mask was the answer to that. It was a horror at first, being locked in a metal trap. It took him years to get over the panic attacks it cased.
But it lead to his focus over the years he was sent on jobs geared towards the unexplained and occasionally a politically charged out reach. He became a master of the occult and seemed to excel at the writing of magically charged symbols. It was all thanks to the voice that always remained with him. She knew more than he ever could about the unseen beasts that were growing more and more common. She urged that he kill the monsters for the good of those around him. It was because of this that he became an important member of the Saviors of Abel. A group based around the idea of fighting the growing inhuman threat. It had become collaboration between to major war projects and their powers that served to protect humanity.
He never aged a day after his power appeared and and voice spoke to him. And there was still one thing that ate away at him, the memory of those he’d left far too many years ago. It started to effect his work so much so that he used his contacts in the Saviors to speak to the one man who could force him to forget. The German. The one man who had the power to destroy any memory, to change who a person was by removing those moments that changed their lives. He removed the problematic aspects of his old life, and took a new name. Irving Richter was a human, and he had to become more a monster that could face those before him without remorse, and Sneckdraw was what he picked.

Description

So this might be changed going forward at least for the stories. Core idea is staying the same just details might switch up here and there. So take all this with a grain of salt.

TLDR: Sneckdraw is telekinetic demon hunter, who just happens to be overly obsessed about his job. And fun fact the red x motif is a turned cross in reference to his past as a medical professional.

Also check out the three stories related to him; (They are old so they might need to be fixed still.)
>First is ‘With regret’<
>Second is ‘Medicated Bliss’<
>and Third would be ‘Ruptured king’<
Real name: Irving Richter
Alias: Sneckdraw
Occupation:
Sneckdraw works for a government funded enforcement agency called the Saviors of Abel. Their main focus being the extermination and removal of all demonic and paranormal based forces that could be seen as harmful to normal life. Although most members tend to refer to the group simply as the Saviors due to avoid the biblical connection that was seen far more important in the agency’s early years.
Age: Unknown but assumed to be somewhere around 80 to 150.
Notable features:
Sneckdraw’s skin is scarred beyond repair, caused mainly by rapidly growing cysts that cover almost every inch of his body. There are also very distinct marks on his wrists from several suicide attempts.
The mask he wears consistently feeds a controlled dosage of medication stored in the hair like tendrils. Allowing his face to be the only region on his body not effected by his illness. The major flaw being that his face has dozens of needles dug into it at every moment he wares it. Although there were attempts to spread the effects throughout all of his body, it caused an overdose like reaction and dulled his mind and body to an almost unusable state. It should also be stated that his body is riddled with the marks of needles, but tend to be lost among his scars.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 147 pounds
Personality:
Sneckdraw is a man so dedicated to his beliefs he can almost be seen as delusional. He is unrelenting on the things he views as wrong and holds an unbreakable conviction to those he believes in. He’s experienced and well spoken. He becomes so focused on those around him that he doesn’t even spare a second to think of his own needs. An unrelenting force that will never give up on a task given to him.
Sneckdraw tends to take the attitude that because he has power and that because he cannot easily be killed that he can bare the pain for those around him. Every mental trama and monster that needs to die falls to him and he accepts it like a deluded Martyr.
Powers:
Telekinesis, immortality, and knowledge of medical based skills.

Weapons:

Sneckdraw normally uses carpentry nails as his main weapon of choice. They are light weight, so they are incredibly easy for his telekinesis to launch at high speeds. On top of that a box of them can easily be stored in his coat without adding much weight to his person.

He also has access to several machete like blades. They are blessed with holy water, and come in various types of metals. Made to target the weaknesses of his opponents and are generally are not something he'd carry when simply doing recon work. Their use is generally planned for, and based off of on going investigations due to being cumbersome to carry around.

Magic in general in the universe is something anyone can learn. It's a matter of finding that information, and having the willingness to sacrifice for it. It takes time to perform any ritual, and blood from something alive or recently alive. In Sneckdraw's case his knowledge of magic is mainly focused around sealing things away, cleansing impurities, and piercing shots meant to cut through magic shields. All require prep time to draw out symbols and magic circles, so they generally don't work into his normal combat.
Weaknesses/Disadvantages:

His telekinesis is the cause of the cysts that cover his skin. It short due to the failed testing his body produces deformed and unnatural cells, this process is intensified when he uses his powers. So the cysts are more in the vain of an allergic reaction, they occur naturally and cannot be cured due to being part of his internal workings. If left untreated they will continue to grow, or to lead them to bursting from pressure. He'll also begin to get mind splitting head aches when he pushes himself to those limits.

His biological make up is a mess that affect how he ages, the biggest down side of this being that he becomes completely incapable of keeping track of time. Days blend into weeks and become a jumbled mess of fog. While he remembers the bigger events of day to day life he has trouble remembering the finer details.
He is also limited by his convictions and obligation to serve mankind. He's dedicated to the purity of humanity to an unflinching extreme by her command. It makes him easy to predict, his actions are always guided by delusions of divinity. He'll almost always walk into traps if those beliefs are pressed against. He is the hand of execution, and as such he will forsake any friendship or bond to preform that duty. It makes him seem utterly disconnected from the world around him and uncaring. On top of that he always puts his work before his own well being, making it incredibly hard for him to keep relationships of any kind.

His mask also causes several problems. Due to the metal nature of it it does add weight to his person causing some minor back and neck pain. It also has communication, and recording units built into it. So anything that causes distortion or electrical feed back greatly effects him. As the inclosed metal, and close proximity to his head just increases the volume of feedback. In reality any forceful blow to the head can cause immense damage because of the way metal deforms and splinters. It is more a hinderance then anything, as it also causes blind spots. If it wasn't for his illness needing the medicine it supplies, and his powers being mostly ranged based it would be nothing but a pile of junk. Without the mask infections and cysts will start to effect his head. If not properly removed and cleaned they can cause swelling, that can eventually limit his sight, breathing, or in an extreme case limit his brain functions.

In terms of combat, due to his illness he's not built for long term fighting. While he may be immortal, his stamina is incredibly limited. So he can easily be knocked out, due to both blood loss or mental burn out. He can also become overwhelmed by pain to the point of incapacitation. While he does heal naturally due to a bond with his goddess, he still requires bed rest for serious injuries.

Along with his immortality comes the reality that he can still be trapped. While he does regenerate slowly, he can be locked into an unrecoverable state. He would of course constantly feel the unending pain of such a thing.

Finally if anything is able to magically block his goddess from her connection with Sneckdraw, his mind will instantly be filled by the screams of the void. In this state there a the voices millions of dead men and women screaming, laughing and whispering all at once in his mind. So it makes clearing up enough thought to even just perform basic actions like moving borderline impossible. He is utterly uncontrollable, his telekinesis goes wild and tries to throw or grab anything, and everything. Until it eventually overwhelms his brain, leaving him to do nothing but weakly claw out the skin around his skull. It would last until the spell is broken, or an eternity. This is one of the major reasons why his immortality is seen as an incredibly sick joke.

Biography:
Sneckdraw grew up in Washington D.C along with his brother mother and father. His dad was a stern military man, and always taught his sons the importance of duty to ones homeland. This attitude only worsened when his father returned from World War 1. Because of his father’s long periods away from home he ended up idolizing every word he said. In sneckdraws mind he created a belief that heroes go to war, that it’s all one shining example of conquering the villain.
Time passed and his life was simple for the most part, aside for the occasional fallout from his firm political beliefs. Eventually he moved to New York for schooling with the aspirations of becoming a doctor. It was during these years that he met his would be wife. They married in March of 1921, and had two healthy boys. He had a good job, a home a family everything he’d ever want. Then news of a growing conflict started to spread. World War 2. There wasn’t a question the moment news of hit he enlisted.
He underestimated it all, it wasn’t until he was forced into amputating a man’s leg in the middle of the street that he understood. He’d never see that man again never know what happened to him or where he ended up. It was just another fact of life there. Everyone around him was cracking, in their pain and discomfort they always counted on him. Sneckdraw was not allowed to seem unsure, even a moment of panic could shake everyone into absolute terror. Every cold bitter night he’d dream of being back with his family. Although deep inside he knew he was no longer the same, every letter he wrote them covered up the horror of it. To protect the image of the hero he had be brought up on. Shame seeped from every pen stoke as he lied about what was going on and what he faced, It brought fear, fear that after all of this he could never look at them the same. He started to take more risks, playing more and more the role of a hero even against the reality he faced. Sneckdraw cracked, and stopped thinking of anything other than saving the wounded. In the back of his mind this was the way of being the hero people wanted him to be, and avoiding that there was a life after this. It was weak but the lies made everything bearable. He avoided the inescapable depression and trauma of it by disconnecting and focusing on a set path.
He was known for both his skills and his dedication, even in the face of danger. That was until he was wounded in the thigh by a stray bullet while attending to a man. He finish his work, going so far as wanting to even continue working as the blood stained his uniform. His last memories being a blur as he was dragged away from the battlefield.
Later he awoke in a room with a well-dressed man looming over him. The man offered him a chance to do more to be more than just a small piece in the war machine. A chance at being one of the real heroes. He was seeking loyal men, from military families, men who could be trusted. Sneckdraw was invited to a mental enrichment program the goal to create a spy with proven loyalty and the ability the read the mind. The program was nearing a major breakthrough and just needed men of quality to complete the work. He’d have time to heal, time to sort out his mind and it would require only momentary pain. It only took him three days before he agreed to join the program.
Sneckdraw spent 6 months getting pumped with a mixture of needles, drugs with little to no effect. He had little else to do during the time but read and maintain his physical fitness. It was his clinical interest that made it bearable he was one of the few patient’s that got the doctors to talk of what they were actually doing. He knew the schedule, and what was to come next. He continued to write his wife and claimed he had taken a safer job. Aside from the nightmares it was bearable, although he occasionally needed to reread the novels he was given.
It was around the end of the first year that the mood changed, it felt like there was pressure to complete to work done here. Occasionally he’d hear the workers whisper about the Russians and their work on a similar project. It was after that point that other people involved started to die. They’d say the subjects would scream of hearing voices and seeing things. Sneckdraw didn’t feel any of those effects at least not right away. It wasn’t until most had died that he was hit by the side effects of it all. It started as just rashes before quickly cysts started to cover every inch of his body. He was another failure, the final needles just became a hopeless venture. He wrote his final letter, tears soaked the paper as he was honest for the first time in over a year.
When it all seemed like it was over, he woke up to another day. There stood a man with a gun directed at him and a doctor beside him. One look at the room he understood, the books he had collected were floating. He couldn’t read minds and never would, but he was able to move objects with his mind. It became apparent that the more he used that power the worse his skin became. It seemed to be his body reacting negatively to his powers. Not life threatening but painful. He kept pushing how much he could lift with just his mind alone and its strength grew.
He could have bared it if it was simply pain it was the voices that broke him, the whispers and screams. Unholy voices that spoke impossible truths. They never stopped, they pushed him further and further until he made his first attempt to take his own life. They laughed and laughed as he clawed at his own wrists. The men watching him wouldn’t let him just die, he was far too valuable. He woke up, he shouldn’t have and he did. He was left restrained to the bed while they tried desperately to think of some sort of solution.
Sneckdraw begged for anyone and anything to stop the yelling. To let him have his own mind back for even just one more day. It was then he heard her, his nameless love. A voice like a goddess she offered him comfort and guidance. She wanted only to help him all he needed to do was accept. He did without question, and it all stopped, he was free. He swore himself to her word, considering her the voice of god itself.
Not everyone accepted divine intervention as an answer as to why he was fine again. Sneckdraw spent months in isolation with nothing more than books, and the voice of his saviour. He still felt the pain of his skin but he found a calm because of her. Somehow he seemed better than ever. While it took so long for them to trust him, but eventually he was trained to work for the government. His training was always slowed down by the cysts that infected his face. It lead to the creation of his mask, they needed a way to feed a constant supply of specially made anti-infection medicine into his skin. The mask was the answer to that. It was a horror at first, being locked in a metal trap. It took him years to get over the panic attacks it cased.
But it lead to his focus over the years he was sent on jobs geared towards the unexplained and occasionally a politically charged out reach. He became a master of the occult and seemed to excel at the writing of magically charged symbols. It was all thanks to the voice that always remained with him. She knew more than he ever could about the unseen beasts that were growing more and more common. She urged that he kill the monsters for the good of those around him. It was because of this that he became an important member of the Saviors of Abel. A group based around the idea of fighting the growing inhuman threat. It had become collaboration between to major war projects and their powers that served to protect humanity.
He never aged a day after his power appeared and and voice spoke to him. And there was still one thing that ate away at him, the memory of those he’d left far too many years ago. It started to effect his work so much so that he used his contacts in the Saviors to speak to the one man who could force him to forget. The German. The one man who had the power to destroy any memory, to change who a person was by removing those moments that changed their lives. He removed the problematic aspects of his old life, and took a new name. Irving Richter was a human, and he had to become more a monster that could face those before him without remorse, and Sneckdraw was what he picked.