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Name: Gaylord du Rois
Origin: Greenverse - The Nightside
Gender: Male
Classification: Former Editor, Owner, and Publisher of the Unnatural Inquirer
Age: At least 100+ years old
Powers and Abilities: Immortality (type 1), reality warping, summoning/creation of Removal Men who can erase the existence of others, can absorb the potential energies of erased victims to increase his lifespan and make himself stronger, power bestowal
Weaknesses: None notable
Destructive Capacity: Street level+ (doesn't focus on raw power)
Range: Likely at least hundreds of meters
Speed: Average human level
Durability: Average human level
Strength: Average human level
Stamina: Likely superhuman
Intelligence: Being the former owner of the Unnatural Inquirer would make him very knowledgeable of a lot of things concerning the supernatural and magic
Notable Attacks/Techniques:
- Could easily block John's gift.
1) I concentrated, waking my third eye, my private eye, and the world started to open up and reveal its secrets to me…and then I cried out in shock and pain as a sudden harsh pressure shot through my head, slamming my inner eye shut. Some great force from Outside had shut down my gift as quickly and casually as a dog shrugging off a bothersome flea. I swore harshly, and Bettie actually retreated a couple of steps.
2) “You’re the one who shut down my gift!” I said.
“Yes,” du Rois said calmly. “It was necessary to neuter you, so you wouldn’t find Pen Donavon too quickly. I needed time for rumours about the Afterlife Recording to spread, and grow, and fascinate the minds of my readers. Bringing you in guaranteed that people would pay attention. After all, if you were involved, it must be important. By the time my Sunday edition comes out, with my giveaway DVD, people will be fighting for copies of my paper. And all because of you…”
- Endowed select individuals as Removal Men, people who could erase the existence of others at a dime.
3) “Have you ever met him?” said Bettie, her voice carefully casual.
“No,” I said. “And I was hoping to keep it that way. I don’t think he approves of me. And people and things the Removal Man disapproves of have this unfortunate tendency to disappear without a trace. The Removal Man has made it his personal crusade to wander the Nightside anonymously, removing all the things and people that offend him. Removing, as in making them vanish so completely that even really Major Players have been unable to confirm exactly what it is he’s done with them.”
“He removes people from reality because they offend him?” said Bettie.
“Pretty much.” I started off down the street again, and Bettie came along with me. Not holding my arm. “Basically, the Removal Man drops the hammer on people if he considers them to be a threat to the Nightside, or the world in general…or because who or what they are offends his particular moral beliefs. Judge, jury, and executioner, though no-one’s ever seen him do it.”
4) I don’t understand,” said Bettie. “You’re the Editor? You’ve always been the Editor? And…the Removal Man was your creature all along? Why?”
“Dear Bettie,” du Rois said indulgently. “Always a reporter, always asking the right questions. Yes, my dear, I am your Editor and always have been. The Inquirer is mine, and mine alone, and has been for over a hundred years. And in that time I have created many Removal Men to serve my needs.
- Absorbs the potential energy of erased victims into himself to increase his lifespan and power.
5) “Why create them?” I said. “I don’t see why the Editor of the Unnatural Inquirer should give much of a damn about the morality of the Nightside.”
“Quite right, Mr. Taylor. I don’t give a damn. Except for when it makes good copy. Reporting and condemning the sins and shames of the Nightside has filled the pages of my paper for generations. But one lifetime wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more. There was still so much left to see, and know, and do. So I found a way. You can always find a way in the Nightside, even if some of them aren’t very nice. When one of my Removal Men removes a thing, or a person, all their potential energy, from all the things they might have done, is left up for grabs; and it all comes to me. Those energies have kept me going long after I should have left this world, and made me very powerful indeed.”
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