name: Darkwing A.K.A The Weaver of Nightmares
age: undetermined
sex: Female
weapons: She prefers to use a scythe; which she carries with her at all times.
class: Darkwing is technically a Reaper, since that is the power she uses most.
creature/ability/backstory: (I'm putting part of Darkwing's back story here, since some of her abilities are directly linked to her back story) Darkwing's origins are widely unknown...and no one knows how old she really is...though she looks like she's in her mid to late twenties. The only thing that Darkwing really remembers is that she was groomed to be a soulless 'harvester' of souls. Though the person whom was grooming her, ended up as her first victim in a fit of rage.
Darkwing has the ability to reach into a person's consciousness to find out what their worst fear is. She does not know if she acquired this ability on her own, or if it was implanted into her via other methods. However, using this ability does prevent her from using her defensive ability. Her defensive ability is to generate a shield using three 'balls' which orbit around her waist and hips. She can turn this 'balls' into any shape she wishes; but if she dives into another's subconscious, she cannot use these 'balls' for several hours (time varies depending on how long she's in another's consciousness...but an example would be if she spends one minute in a person's consciousness she cannot use her 'balls' for one hour...even if she's in there for a few seconds..she cannot use the 'balls' for one hour...the max amount of time she can spend in a person's consciousness is 5 minutes)
Though it rarely occurs, Darkwing does have a devastating ability to rip up the ground while in a rage. The only way for Darkwing to access this ability is if she's in a fit of extreme rage, or she's spent too much time in another's consciousness. The last time Darkwing was able to access this ability, was when she first began 'harvesting' souls. Now she just harvests souls for herself. To use her ability to the extent she uses it, she reaps souls at the peak of terror.

[With “Fear” By Disturbed playing in the background]

A dark shadow sped through the mansion. The unsuspecting staff whom worked there...unaware of what was about to happen.
The 'dark shadow' stood in the corner, shrouded in darkness, as its eyes began to glow a soft red.
Suddenly from the dark, the 'shadow' emerged, wielding a scythe. The black winged angel-like creature to whom the glowing red eyes belonged, sliced a staff member in half, as she emerged from the darkness. Three black 'balls' orbited around her waist and hips, as she swung her scythe, striking another staff member in their gut.
“Where is he?” The black winged, female, angel-like creature, demanded.
“I-I don't know.” The male staff member replied at length, as blood dripped from his wound, and from the corner of his mouth.
The female, angel-like creature's eyes began to glow a brighter shade of red, as she swung the scythe, throwing the staff member through the window, as she snarled, then moved on to the next staff member, slicing their throat, as she raced by them. The next staff member, the angel-like creature grabbed them by their neck and pinned them to the wall.
“Where is he?” The angel-like creature demanded with a growl.
“Upstairs...” The female staff member replied in terror.
The angel-like creature dropped the staff member, as one of the black 'balls' turned into a metal-like feather, and sped through the staff member's neck..severing it from the rest of her body. The angel-like creature then raced up the stairs, killing any staff members whom happened to be in her way.
As she reached the top of the stairs, men both dressed in armor and carrying swords, as well as those whom did not wear armor, but wielded bows, arrows, or crossbows met the angel-like creature.
“Stop the creature, by any means necessary!” Came the roared order.
The angel-like creature's eyes began to glow a brighter red, as she held her scythe, and engaged the armored and non-armored men. She swung her scythe, striking a non-armored man in the chest, then swung her scythe a second time, throwing the non-armored man into the hoard of armored men. She swung her scythe a third time, sending the remainder of the hoard down the stairs. Those whom did not survive the fall down the stairs were too dazed to move for quite awhile.
The angel-like creature burst into a room, where she had heard the order coming from. Her eyes glowed brighter upon seeing the middle aged man inside. A wicked grin formed on her pale complexion, as she ran towards the man, gripping him by his throat. “I think I'm going to kill you slowly.” She snarled lowly.
“Please..” the middle aged man began to beg; “please don't kill me. I'll pay you whatever you want.”
The angel-like creature smiled wickedly. “You think this is about money.” She hissed lowly, as she bore her fangs...which were only slightly longer and sharper than a human's canine teeth.
“Wait!” Another man ran into the room. He appeared to be only slightly younger than the man that the angel-like creature was holding in her hand. The bruises, and cuts all over his body only whispered of the things he might have seen.
The angel-like creature turned, looking at the second man, and hissed. “I only let you live, because you were the one whom awakened me.” She growled lowly. “Now, unless you wish to die with everyone else here, I suggest you leave.”
“Don't kill him!” The second man demanded.
The angel-like creature's patience was beginning to grow very thin, as she threw the man she was holding up off the floor towards the younger of the two men. “Then you both, shall die!” The angel-like creature's eyes glowed brightly, as the angel-like creature spread her black wings and took off through the roof.
Outside the rain poured upon the mansion, and the sky began to grow darker, as the angel-like creature soared above the mansion.
The two men stared in both terror and awe, as the angel-like creature soared higher, and higher still.
Suddenly, it was like the wind whipped around the angel-like creature, as the three 'balls' shaped themselves into metal-like feathers and were carried off by the wind.
“What's going on?” The older of the two men asked, without expecting a reply.
After a few moments, the mansion had begun to rip apart, while the metal-like feathers ripped through the building. The two men jumped to their feet in fear, and ran down the stairs before they were ripped apart by the metal-like feathers. Then, just as the two men left what remained of the mansion, the wind had returned to normal, and the darkness in the clouds had lightened, while the angel-like creature slowly descended back to the ground.
The angel-like creature fell to her knees upon her return to the ground, the glow in her red eyes had dimmed, and the color upon her cheeks had diminished.
The two men ran towards the angel-like creature. The older of the two men reached out to touch the angel-like creature, to have his arm sliced off by her swinging her scythe. As the elder of the two men screamed in pain, the angel-like creature's eyes began to glow brightly, once again. The ground around her began to break and shatter, almost like glass, as she rose to her feet and held her scythe over her head with one hand.
The second man was frozen with fear, as the earth around the three of them seemed to consume them. The last sight the two men had been witness to, was the angel-like creature flapping her black wings, and taking to the air, leaving the two men to be consumed by the shattering earth.

[End song]

Suddenly, Darkwing woke with a start from the tree she was sleeping in. She gripped the handle of her scythe, as her red eyes glowed brightly. She carefully stood on the branch she was sleeping on, and stared out at the ruin she had left behind her, and smiled wickedly.