"They call me fear, not because I inspire it, no. But, because I'm afraid. Of them, the world... Myself." Name: Michael Jaeger "Fear." Height: 6'1" Appearance: A man who wears a black suit, with grey thin stripes going down along it. There's a red collar shirt under neath, with a black tie hidden by the jacket. The pants are the same as the jacket. Black shoes. His hair is white, most likely dyed, with red eyes. His skin is white, with a slight tan. He seems to always be tired, hands in pockets and slouched over, bags in his eyes. Weapons: Himself, a hand gun, decent kick. Abilities: He can turn his body parts into blades of various sizes and shapes, or grow them out of his body. (Arm into sword/scythe, hand into dagger, finger into knife, etc.) Because of his lack of range, besides a weak gun (to most here), he moves incredibly fast, like a speeding bullet. However, his strength is nothing to laugh at either, able to resist, but not over power, some of the strongest here. His style is unique, mostly focusing on the parrying of other blades. If Depression is harmed, he will become a monster of rage, truly a fearsome sight. Even going near her will set him on edge. Fatherly love. Bio: Michael. Blah, blah, lab experiment stuff. The mother is unknown, but he is the father of Depression. The blades he makes are unbreakable, but not his flesh, as it hardens. Michael, after escaping the lab with witty thinking and a steady crawl of stealth, only found himself in the clutches of Atom, Madness. They hold him hostage, through his daughter. While he'd love to run off with her, the explosive in his head doesn't help.