Michael DiDiablo, or Mikey as he is affectionately known, is a mage of utmost prowess.
He is an expert Necromancer; controlling the powers of life and death, and communing with
the powers of the various Netherworlds. Known for his predilection towards snappy banter
and demon summoning, Mike is a powerful force for whatever he chooses to be fighting
for that day.
Standing at about 6'2", and weighing about 170 pounds, Mike generally looks like he has been wearing the same clothes for the past two weeks. He is usually seen sporting a ratty black T-shirt endorsing various obscure deathcore bands. He also wears black pants and a heavily worn-in black Proflex trenchcoat that hangs comfortably on him. His raven hair is slicked back in a vaguely Elvis-like manner. He has sharp, attractive facial features with ice blue eyes that appear to bore through you as he glares at you. He prominently carries a black steel staff, adn occasionally resorts to using the .357 at his hip. Around his neck and wrists are various hideous trinkets, including the pendant around his neck that appears to be a snake skull dipped in tar.
Hailing from what remains of the crumbling cities of California, Mike is new to the scene of Las Vegas and beyond. Willing to do anything for the right rewards or with the right incentive, Mike tends to be an unpredictable companion, though he is quite reliable (often against his will) when pressed. Crusading against H.A.R.D. had been a new challenge for Mike, who is used to skulking around the shadows and dealing with street punks and ghouls. Why he remains with the group remains to be seen, as the rewards have been few and far between. Does he have some higher conerns? Does he even know? We will have to wait to find out...