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The Reaper let out a sigh as he completed his latest task of bringing down a local mutagen smuggling operation from entering the harbors of Angel Falls. Regular scum bags, pimps, and crime lords were bad enough but now injecting themselves with unknown and toxic mutagens was stepping up his game, and he loved every moment of it.

He pulled back his hood when he arrived back at his underground compound then took his mask off to let his skin breath in the fresh air from being matted under the sweat and maybe blood of his unfortunate targets. He went to a cedar box that sat in front of a holographic touch computer. On it were the list of names and bounties of local criminals, and even a few villains that others had put up. Angel Falls was indeed a town of spandex wearing capes; however, there was good money for mercenary work.

Opening the cedar box he pulled out a cigar as he took in the overwhelming aromas of the rich Colombian cigar. Making a fist, a row of spikes emerged on his forearm where they would behead one end of the cigar. Taking the small box of matches next to the rows of cigars he struck it on the lid, which produced a soft red flame. Taking the lit match he held it close to the cut end of the cigar until the end started to crack and ignite, which followed by a deep breath in to draw the flames deeper and deeper to the cigar. Doing this also drug in a rich tasting smoke that drew into his mouth as he let it sit there for a minute.

After taking the cigar out, he let the smoke funnel out of his mouth like a chimney column until he noticed something off. Staring directly at you, the Reaper only could raise a brow as he stuck the cigar back into the corner of his mouth. "What the hell are you looking at."

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First I would like to tip a hat to for designing this marvelous picture of my Vigilante Hero/Wildcard "The Reaper". I love both the emotion of his "What the hell are you looking at." expression on his face after he has a celebretory smoke after a job well done in the field doing whatever jobs he can get hired for such as removing higher leadership in various criminal organizations to rescue operations to even picking up local drug dealers and scaring the living hell out of them. The suit itself was designed by his younger brother; however, most of The Reaper's skills come form his collective military, martial arts, and various other experiences that he has learned over his lifetime. While he might settle for working on the scum of you should fear The Reaper. (brownie points to whoever knows the reference)

The Reaper/Vince Collins is my Original Character
The Art is designed by . Seriously look this artist up, for the prices and the level of beauty put into the pictures in the gallery.
Vince is found in the world of

Description
The Reaper let out a sigh as he completed his latest task of bringing down a local mutagen smuggling operation from entering the harbors of Angel Falls. Regular scum bags, pimps, and crime lords were bad enough but now injecting themselves with unknown and toxic mutagens was stepping up his game, and he loved every moment of it.

He pulled back his hood when he arrived back at his underground compound then took his mask off to let his skin breath in the fresh air from being matted under the sweat and maybe blood of his unfortunate targets. He went to a cedar box that sat in front of a holographic touch computer. On it were the list of names and bounties of local criminals, and even a few villains that others had put up. Angel Falls was indeed a town of spandex wearing capes; however, there was good money for mercenary work.

Opening the cedar box he pulled out a cigar as he took in the overwhelming aromas of the rich Colombian cigar. Making a fist, a row of spikes emerged on his forearm where they would behead one end of the cigar. Taking the small box of matches next to the rows of cigars he struck it on the lid, which produced a soft red flame. Taking the lit match he held it close to the cut end of the cigar until the end started to crack and ignite, which followed by a deep breath in to draw the flames deeper and deeper to the cigar. Doing this also drug in a rich tasting smoke that drew into his mouth as he let it sit there for a minute.

After taking the cigar out, he let the smoke funnel out of his mouth like a chimney column until he noticed something off. Staring directly at you, the Reaper only could raise a brow as he stuck the cigar back into the corner of his mouth. "What the hell are you looking at."

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First I would like to tip a hat to for designing this marvelous picture of my Vigilante Hero/Wildcard "The Reaper". I love both the emotion of his "What the hell are you looking at." expression on his face after he has a celebretory smoke after a job well done in the field doing whatever jobs he can get hired for such as removing higher leadership in various criminal organizations to rescue operations to even picking up local drug dealers and scaring the living hell out of them. The suit itself was designed by his younger brother; however, most of The Reaper's skills come form his collective military, martial arts, and various other experiences that he has learned over his lifetime. While he might settle for working on the scum of you should fear The Reaper. (brownie points to whoever knows the reference)

The Reaper/Vince Collins is my Original Character
The Art is designed by . Seriously look this artist up, for the prices and the level of beauty put into the pictures in the gallery.
Vince is found in the world of