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Hero Name: Aurelius Campo
Player: Playergamer
Origin: Birthright

Abilities (Roll 1d8 for each.)
Prowess: 2
Coordination: 5
Strength: 2
Intellect: 5
Awareness: 5
Willpower 6

Powers (Choose 3 or less.)
1. Telepathy (PL3)
2. Mental Blast (PL1)
3. Mind Control (PL1)
4. (Power Level ?)
5. (Power Level ?)

Resource Points: (Pertinent specialty bonus+ability score, If applicable. See house rules for more info.)

Specialties (Choose 3)
1. Leadership
2. Mental Resistance
3. Psychiatry
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5.
6.
7.

Stamina: 8
Determination: 3

Bio and Description: Late May, 1856. A tall man, wrapped in a brown duster, sprints into the darkness as a door opens out onto the street. A nun opens the door, glancing down at the bundle on the stoop, and takes the babe in. This abandonment, one in a long, long series of tragic events in this small Mexican town, would have strange consequences.

The orphanage was overcrowded with children of all ages. It was not a stable environment for a young child, especially one like Aurelius Campo. From the beginning, he was an outcast. The scrawny, book-smart boy spent all his energy learning the ways and rituals of the Catholic church. More than once, he corrected a priest on their scripture. Despite his intense devotion to the Good Book, none of the unrulier boys ever messed with Aurelius. There was a dangerous air around him.

It was a foregone conclusion he'd become a priest. The Church would never waste somebody with his talents. After years of training and teaching, the short preacher returned to his hometown to spread the Word. He was a confessional wiz, and a firebrand preacher. He could pluck your sins from your mind before you even spoke. He stayed in this town for decades, serving his congregation faithfully, until the 1910s rolled around.

Bishop Campo was one of the richest men in the area, and it was no surprise he was able to afford an automobile to ferry him from place to place. His Model T was his most cherished possession, carefully polished, washed, and tuned at every moment. One sunny Sunday, while Aurelius was driving to Mass, he encountered a tree that had fallen across the road. As his car came to a halt, a highwayman jumped out from nearby, aiming a pistol at the preacher.

Something inside of Aurelius snapped. He raised a hand towards the bandit. "No need for that, my son." The bishop found himself inside the criminal's mind. The robber's fear and greed washed over him like a tsunami. He lashed out against this tidal wave, kicking and punching. When he returned to the real world, the highwayman had slumped to the ground, overcome by the mental assault.

That morning, the bishop gave his Sunday Mass. Normally an amazing speaker, he stumbled through his prayers, occasionally glancing down at his shaking hand. Once it was done, he took a seat on one of the pews, staring at his hand as the congregation silently filed out the front door. After at least half an hour, Aurelius heard footsteps behind him.

As he turned around, the priest spotted a single man walking down the aisle, wearing a Stetson, cowboy boots, and a brown duster. He looked less like a sinner, and more like a stereotype. The cowboy approached as Aurelius quickly rose to his feet. The bishop stared upwards into the blond man's face. Something about him seemed...familiar. Then, in an American accent, the cowboy spoke. "Padre. I've got a confession to make."

He woke up in a church in Farfield a while later. He remembered being told about a new congregation up North that needed a priest. He remembered leaving his hometown, and driving north to Farfield for this new church. And yet, something seemed wrong with this memories. His left arm seemed to be burning, and, as he glanced down, he saw the reason why. Branded on the priest's skin were three words. "Yo soy Dios."

Drawbacks: I will personally feel this in for you, once I have accepted your hero for play. Tho you can post suggestions! Expect me to try and bring you in line if I think your hero has the potential to outshine the others a bit too much-or just add an interesting twist.