Ruin

PLAYER: @First Player

NAME: Gabriel Rojas
ALIAS: Ruin
AGE: 26
PLACE OF BIRTH: Kings Row, Paragon
OCCUPATION: Mechanic
ABILITIES:

1. SIN-SENSE:
   Gabriel can read and feel the sorts of sins the individual has committed in their life.
2. SUPERNATURAL AWARENESS
   An extrasensory ability that allows him to detect any supernatural occurrences around him.
3. ENHANCED STRENGTH, SPEED, STAMINA, & DURABILITY

Gabriel Rojas a man who had lived his life walking the thin edge between hope and despair. Born into the city’s underbelly, he knew crime the way others knew scripture. His father disappeared before Gabriel could even form memories, and his mother raised him with the weary determination of someone who had already lost too much. Despite the bleakness, Gabriel fought hard to carve out something resembling a future. He worked as a mechanic by day, patching together rusted engines and bent frames. He was the kind of guy who could fix just about anything with a wrench and a steady hand, and for most of his adult life he kept himself afloat by working long hours at a garage, but he had ambitions beyond grease and gasoline—he spent his nights studying law textbooks in the dim light of his apartment, convinced the city needed advocates who understood the streets better than anyone in a suit ever could. His life wasn’t glamorous, but it was his, and he believed he could shape it into something better.

That changed one night when Gabriel was cornered in an alley after leaving the shop. What should have been a simple mugging escalated. The fight was short, desperate, and when it was over, Gabriel had blood on his hands—the kind that doesn’t wash off. His attacker lay dead, but in dying unleashed something older than the city itself. From the body rose a surge of black smoke and heat, a presence that sank into Gabriel's chest like a second heartbeat. His attacker hadn’t been just another desperate criminal—he’d been a vessel, carrying an ancient sin-eater spirit, bound to absorb human corruption. Ridley had shattered the prison, and the spirit had chosen him as its new host.

The sin-eater feasts on Gabriel's guilt, turning his shame into strength. Faster reflexes, the stamina to keep moving when others would collapse, and the uncanny ability to sense the weight of guilt radiating off others. The real power, though, was Gabriel himself—his iron discipline, his fists hardened by years of work, his refusal to quit. When the weight of regret crushes him, his body hardens and his senses burn with the ability to see sin as tangible shadows clinging to others. Against predators and abusers, that sight is a weapon in itself. And while the sin-eater whispers to him in the dark, urging him toward harsher judgments, but Gabriel doesn’t let it rule him. He uses it the way he uses a crowbar and treats the spirit as a partner of necessity—dangerous, yes, but something he can keep on a leash.

Criminals think they’re dealing with some curse from the dark, but what really breaks them is Gabriel's relentless pursuit, his willingness to take a beating and keep coming, his refusal to be bought, swayed, or scared off.

Sin-Sense:

• Ridley’s most distinct gift is his sin-sense; the ability to perceive guilt and corruption clinging to people like invisible stains. The stronger or deeper someone’s guilt runs, the more intense the feeling. Instead, he perceives a kind of weight or aura. This isn’t a flawless power—he can’t read minds or see the details of specific crimes, only the weight of someone’s guilt. A career criminal who feels no remorse might appear cleaner than a man wracked with shame over a single bad choice. That ambiguity forces Ridley to rely on his instincts and investigation instead of treating sin-sense as a shortcut to truth. It guides him, but it doesn’t absolve him of judgment—and he knows that misusing it could make him more executioner than protector.

Enhanced Physical Abilities:

• The sin-eater amplifies Ridley’s natural endurance and resilience, letting him push far beyond human limits. He can fight through injuries, stave off fatigue, and keep moving long after an ordinary man would collapse. But this comes at a price: the more he leans on it, the more he feels the sin-eater gnawing at his psyche, feeding on his guilt. The effect is also inconsistent—he’s not bulletproof, not superhumanly fast, and not immune to harm. A knife still cuts, a bullet still kills. What keeps him alive is willpower sharpened into something unnatural, not an invulnerable body.

Hand-to-Hand Combat and Tenacity:

• Ridley’s fighting style is practical, brutal, and entirely his own—boxing, grappling, and dirty tricks honed on back-alley brawls. He doesn’t fight with elegance; he fights to win. His true power lies in his refusal to quit, even against stronger or better-armed opponents. But that relentlessness is double-edged. When he commits, he pushes himself to the point of collapse, often ignoring wounds that would demand medical attention. His greatest strength—his sheer unwillingness to bend—is also what puts him most at risk of breaking.