Born in Chicago’s South Side, Prime Verge was once a boy named Devon Marcus Grey. Raised by two hardworking parents who never let their circumstances define them, Devon dreamed of becoming an engineer—until a car crash shattered everything. He was only 14 when it happened. Both parents gone. No other family. Foster homes didn’t work. Gangs came knocking. Devon ran. Survived. Hid. Then, something happened. A blinding pulse of energy from a collapsing alien relic beneath the city’s ruins. Devon awoke changed—his bones vibrating with light, his muscles forged in unseen gravity. He had powers, yes—but unlike any ever recorded. Stronger than Superman. Faster than the fastest. Untouchable. Unbreakable. No kryptonite. No limits. But he’s not invincible inside. His trauma, his survivor’s guilt—that still cuts deep.

Forged at the dawn of consequence, before the stars spoke their names, there was balance—but no judgment. So the cosmos birthed one. From ash, thunder, and divine rage, he rose—his face a flawless obsidian skull wreathed in dark fire. His body, carved from night itself, is that of a chiseled black god—powerful, eternal, intimidating. He is the last thing every soul must face. He is neither angel nor demon, but absolute justice.

He is very Loyal ..Once you earn his trust, he’ll die for you. Carries guilt from being the one who lived when the outbreak first started. he has an extreme distrust of Authority: Scientists and military types make him twitchy. Too many tried to “study” him. Doesn’t care about rebuilding the world. He wants to protect the few who still matter to him—and make damn sure no one else dies because of this plague.