Name: Darklight (Real name unknown to all but a select few)
Abilities: He has the power to control and manipulate light based energy. He can focus and emit this energy in a concentrated blast, a shield, to help him fly inside said shield, or to simply create basic objects out of the light (ie. a hammer, sword, etc.)
Age: He is approximately 31 years old
Appearance: He wears a black and gold costume, with golden bracers on his forearms, and wears a large black-on-the-outside-gold-on-the-inside cape, with a hood pulled low over his black mask, obscuring his face.
Personality: He tends to be cold and aloof from others, usually keeping to himself. He helps when needed, but is a quieter person. Experienced childhood trauma that he NEVER talks about. His plans suck, and never go exactly how he wants, but his determination and stubbornness makes up for them.....most of the time.
Affiliation: He's a medium range HERO, who prefers to work at night, when his power is at its peak. Daylight and other forms of light, besides his own power, lowers his strength, agility, and energy output. He has had contact with many other superheroes, and has had too much conflict with the villain known as Voidhunter.
Darklight stared out through the darkness. He hadn't seen much action lately; only a couple two-bit crooks who thought mugging an old man was a good idea. He had heard over the news earlier of a larger brawl between various superhumans, and mentally groaned. He couldn't believe that he had missed out on it all. And to top that all off, the imprisoned superhumans had escaped soon afterwards. If that didn't say anything abut the inefficiency of law enforcement, he didn't know what would. This whole situation was strange; villains popping up, and getting into huge brawls all of the sudden; that just didn't add up. Something was wrong in this place.
He turned around, the stray breeze catching his cape in the wind, and snapping it behind him. With a sigh, he focused on the power inside of him, and summoned a veil of golden light to sheathe his body. With that, he launched himself into the air, shooting across the sky like a comet. It didn't look like ther'd be any more events for the night, and besides; dawn was approaching. He landed in an obscure alleyway, and his power left him, his costume shimmering once, and then disappearing, the light surrounding it bent and distorted to provide an illusion of civilian clothes. With that, Darklight walked off, heading for his home, zigzaging across the town, like a normal citizen hopping from bus to bus. As he walked, dawn broke over the sky, spilling its light upon the sleeping city.
Due to maintenance problems, the light at the end of the tunnel will not be in operation today. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.