Mr. Retap A.k.a "Don Legion"

Name: Hector Retap a.k.a "Don Legion"
Gender: Male
Tier: Street Level
Alignment: Villain
Team: Argus

Background:
Little Lovecraft, 1951

"This better work Gaspar." a rattling cough escaped the speakers throat pushing back into the seat of his wheel chair. A hand cloaked in a red handkerchief quickly wiped specks of blood from the pale wrinkled face of the frail bald-headed man who sat in the ornate chair.

"Trust me sir, the Nih'lyc Alchemist of Little Lovecraft are infamous for their skill." replied Gaspar as he folded the handkerchief and placed it in a silver case "You! Get him some water!" he ordered a nearby man dressed in a black suit. The man nodded and scurried out of the large gloomy building decorated with Gothic tapestries and strange vials filled with stranger objects.

"I'm surprised they aren't infamous for their expense." sighed the old man painfully. Soon after he spoke a trio of men dressed in black robes appeared from the shadows of the door that sat at the other end of the room.

"Greetings Mr. Retap, we are elated that you could make it." the man paused as Mr.Retap sipped from a bottle of water that Gaspar handed to him and continued when he had finished "My brethren and I have worked hard over these passed few months but we have finally succeeded....with help from you and your friends from the Argus Cartel of course."

Mr.Retap shifted in his chair and sighed weakly 'Don't worry 'friends' your involvement with the Crimson Sisterhood massacre will never be known. Provided that this works of course."

Personality:
Reach City, Present Day

The platinum stars of the night sparkled in puddle of blood that carpeted the marble floor of the spacious office that the collection of suited men stood in. In front of them stood a bald-headed man looking down at a rotund, bloodied man who sat on the floor leaning against a the black desk sat in the middle of the room.

"Fuck you Retap." spat the bleeding man his bloodshot eyes peering into the sneering face of Mr.Retap "You are a traitor of the vilest ilk."

Mr.Retap gestured and Gaspar placed a red handkerchief in his hand "I'm a traitor? Are you not one of the vile reprobates who caused the collapse of the Accord?" he bent down and wiped the face of the dying man "Did you not expect Argus to reap all that you had gained from them, Lorenzo?"

"What do you plan on doing Don Legion?" whimpered Lorenzo as he looked into Retap's obsidian eyes.

Retap gently placed the red cloth in Lorenzo's pocket and placed a hand on Lorenzo's face "Argus has deemed you and your allies' lives forfeit. That means all your authority and riches are up for the taking." he stood up and sighed "Because of our former friendship I have decided to add your organization to mine. After which I will have one of the largest racketeering organizations in Reach District."

"And me?" sniffled the old gangster.

Mr.Retap's eyes glowed with black light "Sorry old friend"

For They Are Many: Necromancer, Supreme 6 (6)
The patter of footsteps scurried into a dark ally nuzzled between two decrepit buildings followed by panicked breath. the smaller of the two men snatched a gun from a leg holster and brought it towards his face. The slow rhythm of labored breath that escaped their mouths exposed their weariness.

Suddenly the cacophony of a multitude of feet running occupied the alley. The two men fell back and quickly stood up, walking backwards further into the darkness. As they walked large humanoid shadows slid into the alley. Soon the alley was filled with men and women with empty grey eyes.

Mr. Retap stepped out of the crowd followed by a man with glowing black eyes "Here you are Hannibal. We've been looking all over for you. Your subordinates were worried sick; isn't that right?"

"Yes sir" droned the group that stood in the alley, blood dripping from their nails and lips.

"Why are you doing this!?" shouted Hannibal tears running down his face.

"You betrayed Argus. You are a stain that must be cleansed." as he spoke tentacles and scaled arms started to appear from the shadows and ripples that formed in the floor and alley walls "But don't worry, although your soul is useless, your body still has purpose."

Hank and Hannibal shot at the creatures that entered the alley but their bullets did not slow the beasts as they swarmed the two men and turned into energy that entered their bodies through every entrance of their bodies.

A Hungry Mind: Psychic Vampire, Superior 4 (10)
After the creatures had entered the two gangsters silence blanketed the alley. The eyes of the two men turned dark grey and emotionless matching all the other faces in the alley besides Don Legion and Gaspar.

"You've done it sir. He was the last boss on your list." mused Gaspar behind his glowing black eyes "You've also consolidated five syndicates into the Legion Syndicate."

Don Legion turned to Gaspar and frowned "We are far from finished my friend. Besides, it seems as if we have company." as if his words were secret command everyone in the alley turned to look at a tall redheaded man in a black trench coat. Behind the man stood dozens of masked people dressed in black, combat suits "Hello Crawford old boy. What brings you here with such a large entourage?" greeted Don Legion as he appeared from the midst of the crowd.

"So it's true. Argus is "cleansing" Reach District. Not only that but they've named you one of the seven Vices; which one?"

Don Legion licked his lips as he replied "Greed." just then a black figure appeared from the darkness and darted towards Don Legion, knife in hand. Before he could strike a tentacle protruded from Gaspar's back and caught the attacker by the neck, dangling him in-front of Don Legion "Sneaky sneaky, Crawford" hissed Don Legion as he placed his hand on the assassin. Within seconds screams erupted from the mask, then, silence fell along with the assassins limp body.

The Trespasser: Telepathy, Superior 4 (14)
Don Legion turned his eyes towards Crawford and smiled. Crawford cocked his head and smiled in response until, in the back of his mind he heard a sinister whisper "But I'm sneakier!"

All of Crawford's hairs stood on end and then he was gone. With dazzling speed he leaped into the air and landed on top of one of the buildings that stood behind him. He looked down to where he had stood to see a hair, green, feline creature biting the air. Without hesitation two of his soldiers whipped out katanas and cut the beast in four. Crawford turned his gaze towards Don Legion and snarled "Kill the son of a bitch." in his rough, whiskey bruised voice.

Chaos erupted in the street as Crawford's soldiers clashed with Don Legion's. Then Gasper was sent flying and was replaced with Crawford who swung his blade at Don Legions neck only to be caught by a claw that appeared from Don Legions shadow. A flurry of blades assaulted Don Legion only to be stopped by a strange appendage.

"I know what your thinking." chuckled Don Legion he closed his mouth but his voice still entered Crawford's mind "As I said before, 'I know what you're thinking." Then a huge clawed hand appeared above Crawford and descended upon him. Right before the attack could hit him, a purple winged creature swooped in and lifted Crawford into the sky away from the battle. Don Legion spat as he watched his enemy escape "Dirge!"