And here I would like to present my own super-dude, inspired by the darker takes on Bat-man, and such characters as Rorschach from The Watchmen.
Super alias: Creeping Shadow
Real name: Redrick Schuhart
Image/detailed description: Creeping Shadow has two forms he appears in. As a human, he appears to be a man of his mid twenties (appearing older than he actually is), who has this look of tiredness; as if he constantly worries or seems uncertain (however, you'd have trouble finding something farther from the truth). He has short brown hair, and perpetual stubble gives his face a five'o'clock shadow. He is 5'8 and 200 lbs in weight, with a frame that is wiry. Oddly enough, at times, he does not cast a shadow; at other times, his shadow is shown, but acts in peculiar ways.
When he takes on the form of the Creeping Shadow, it would be hard to adequately describe him; to say he appears not unlike an oil slick would do justice, but not too much. A rather amorphous blob consisting of shadow-stuff, he can take various shapes and forms on; but always, it is devoid of color, texture, and substance. He creeps and crawls his way over and through surfaces and creatures. Occasionally, ripples, in the shape of eyes or a mouth, form and disappear within the liquid darkness; he does not need these half-imagined things to see, or to speak, but it can be disturbing to behold.
Redrick was born as something close to being quite freakish; he is unaware of his true lineage, being that he grew up in foster homes. He decided that he could ultimately view his condition as either a curse or a gift, that he could despise it or make use of it; so he chose a field that seemed popular and that would be accepting of someone like him.
Powers and abilities: With a physique and physicality that is only a small leap above "average joe", his true talent lies in his intellect, and his ability to take on the form of the shadow. He also possesses a few other peculiarities when taking the form of the Creeping Shadow.
Corrupting Touch: If he so chooses, anything he passes over will become damaged. Organic matter rots; metal rusts and corrodes; wood becomes brittle and warped. This is a conscious ability he can turn on or off at will, though making use of it is tiring for him. This power can deal horrendous wounds to still-living creatures.
Slippery: When in the form of the Creeping Shadow, he believes, in some ways, like a liquid; he could ooze his way through a chain-link fence, for instance.
Shadow Cage: He can control the shadows of other individuals, even endowing them with a sense of tangibility, creating a weak restraint (Anybody with greater-than-average strength could break free if they struggle long enough; super-strong characters would just be able to walk through it without any difficulty)/ This is draining, however, and requires intense concentration on his part.
Light sensitive: Bright lights (including sun light) weaken him and make him irritable; the ease at which he can shift forms is directly proportional to the light around him. So in an open street in mid-day, he can't even use his ability; consequently, though, if he was in a pitch-black environment with no lighting whatsoever, all of his powers become trivial in the extreme to use.
Night-vision: Even in conditions where no ambient light exists, he can see things perfectly, in a sixty foot range around him. Note that certain powers, such as invisibility, will still work on him.
Why did he come to Kalston? To hone his talents, and perhaps, make a name for himself.
Brief Biography: As much as people might like to think otherwise, the foster-care system in this country isn't all that great. Sure, there are some genuinely nice parents; but some times, they can be downright abusive, in their own ways.
Red's adopted families (He had one from the ages of 7-14, then was moved to another one until he turned 18) where pretty close to the bottom of the barrel; though not overtly bad people, they definitely had some flawed theories about what parenting was (or so Red would say).
Combine that with often times being subjected to the cruelty of other kids as a teenager, he became a rather bitter person with a warped sense of morality; in his own words, everybody lives in a world where "Those who live to eat feast upon those who eat to live", and he has resolved himself not to be eaten.
He had a history of being bullied in schools, which eventually turned into a history of him fighting back against those bullies; often to the point of injuring them far more gravely than he or others had been. "If all they understand is force and fear, then that is how I shall tell them their actions are unacceptable", he claims with all the conviction of a zealot.
In the end, Red fights for the side of good; but there should be no mistakes made. He is not what you would call a nice person under most circumstances. He treads the line between anti-hero and anti-villain, with a code of conduct that drives him to protect the innocent and downtrodden; but which demands he punish and exact vengeance against the petty tyrants, bullies, and the wolves-in-sheeps-clothing's.
He is, perhaps, an example of a commonly known phrase of Friedrich Niesche's: Be careful when you fight monsters, lest you thereby become a monster.
Favourite food: Meat-lover's pizza.