Name: Zachary Cale, AKA: Reaper
Affiliation: Whoever pays best, although he is currently working alongside a very hush-hush organization dedicated to rounding up and incarcerating metahumans. While seeming like an ordinary mercenary, he only does what he does in an effort to protect and care for his family, namely his younger brother.
He can go intangible, allowing him to pass through solid objects.
He can also render himself invisible to most means of sight, save for in the ultraviolet spectrum (Using blacklights, etc)
Edit: Due to some confusion over what things are harmful to Reaper's health, I am now listing weaknesses. I had hoped the in post context had helped, but since it hasn't, here goes. Reaper is weak against electricity, as the electron flow will disrupt his cells (normal electrical current, as found in buildings et cetera are not harmful, but fcued bursts are really painful). In addition, radiation and gas-based attacks do more damage, as the contaminated cells interface directly with Reaper's healthy ones, without the tedious process of an immunity system.
Equipment: He wears two high-tech gauntlets, which generate a powerful energy field that shrouds his
Morality/Personality: He is typically no-nonsense, and always puts the mission first, although he is questioning the morality of imprisoning other human beings simply for their differences. He also does his best for what family he has left, although he will never speak much of them, save that he cares for his brother immensely, and does what he does to protect said sibling.
Norton Peaks by night was a beautiful sight. The lights shining on, little beacons of hope, in a world of despair. Well, some of them anyways. Zach Cale knew that hope was almost an impossiblity in this dismal city, but the idea did have its pleasantries. He was sitting on the rooftop of a high apartment building gazing down at his hunting grounds for the next seven months. His superiors never let him loose for any longer than that. SO within those seven months, he would have to bring in as many metahumans as possible, as per the usual requirements. He sighed. While the job took him all over the world, more often than not the constant hunting of metahumnas got tedious, and half the time he failed in catching his targets within the allotted time-span. That was the nature of the job; win-some-lose-some.
He had arrived earlier that day, and was currently wandering about, trying to get a 'feel' for the cty by night. He knew from the reports that this place had two very different faces; the daytime facade being the fake, while the city's true colours revealed themselves in the dead of night. As his targets typically ventured out at night, it would be very useful for him to get used to the city after dusk.
Cale stood, flexing his gauntleted fngers, being careful not to activate the energy-field; it was too much of a visible give-away, and for one whose existence thrived upon being invisible, that sort of beacon would only be lit if in a major fight, or in emergencies. He turned and walked over to the locked roof access door, calmly phasing his body through the steel-reinforced door, and fading from sight at the same time; he couldn't risk being spotted in his 'hunting-gear' (as he called it) so soon after entering the target zone. As he floated through the floors, unsee and unheard, his mind went over the official target of his deployment; a strange mutated human who had a strange skin-deformity, giving him almost a lizard-bug-like appearance. His name was not known to Cale's benefactors, but his appearance was hard to forget. There was also something about the target's eyes, but Cale was assure that he wouldn't need to remember anything but the basic appearance.
He soon found himself exiting the building. He would return to his room there later. But first, he had to acquaint himself with his new home. Norton Peaks awaited. So Cale smiled slightly beneath his mask, and continued on his way, making sure to keep himself invisible, but material; he liked the feeling of solid ground beneath his feet for a while. And so the Reaper wandered aimlessly through the city, searching for the first unlucky soul to fall before him.