"Helios?" A creature in fine Victorian inspired garb, catlike in appearance, with the power of the sun at his command. And a very large gun.

"I've been told it is also me. A part of my soul. Since I'm allergic to cats, I always found it rather like I was being teased, having him take such a form." But he likes cats.

Liking things he cannot have. Striving for justice while being used and abused. Giving up everything for someone else, time and again.

"Helios is a necessary tool for the work I do. I suppose one could argue his appearance is a reflection of myself. I never gave it too much thought before."