Post by The Sable Man on Apr 9, 2016 22:17:57 GMT -5
Name: The Sable Man
Secret Identity (if any): He is content with the name that he has been given by the gangs and media around him: The Sable Man
Age: Under five years since formation
Affiliation: Villains
Base of Operations (if any): The Sable Man has made himself familiar with the metro city of Jewel Junction in North Carolina, USA. He lingers throughout the city.
Appearance: As a formshifter, The Sable Man is able to take on innumerable appearances, or even become nearly impossible to detect visually by spreading himself over an area, limited only by his will and skill at holding forms. He is equal to the smog and clouds around the city, but moving all of his being at once is a vast and extremely slow proposition that can take anywhere from hours to days. Most of the time, the majority of his mass is spent lingering inert around sources of heat and energy throughout the city. Instead of moving all at once, Sable will focus his intelligence in localized areas, and seize direct control of the smaller portions of himself. He can move between these areas at the speed of the wind. You might say that he is his own "secret lair". Though able to take shape as human, creature, or object, it is all superficial. Simple tools such as prybars are able to be formed, but complex mechanical devices are beyond him. While able to take on different colors, he favors blacks and greys over vibrant colors which could take more effort to maintain.
When Sable does come to deal with someone personally he drops the appearance of a swirling mass of smoke and fog, and instead takes on a the shape of a dark haired man with a light but worn complexion. Not someone overly muscled in appearance, but very clearly bearing hardened muscle underneath. He favors a long sweeping duster coat with a high collar in sort of a grey brown color. Dark pants, dress shoes, and a lightish colored button down shirt. A with a tie about his neck and a short cut of black hair just beginning to show grey at his temples, you'd think that he would present a fine figure for business. His choice of attire is where the fine appearance ends though, and even it is worn in a tattered and weathered way. The shirts top button is left open, with the tie loosely tied about his neck, as though it didn't truly matter to him. At times its appearance reminds more of a noose than finery. The coat is rumpled, and frequently the shirt comes untucked throughout the day. A short beard covers his jaw and lip, but it is rough, not even giving the appearance of the ever poplular "three day shave". It's rough and wild, though still short. Heavy bushy eyebrows deepen shadows around his eyes, and add to the malevolent glare or grin that he turns on those that displease him.
Powers: The Sable Man is a sentient cloud of energy which manifests as smoke, mists, or fog. As such, he ignores many of the rules limiting mortal humans. Massive in size and scope, The Sable Man is the smog surrounding the city. He is able to manipulate himself to take many shapes, even appearing as a human or as other living creatures. Activity and attention to detail tires him to maintain, however. Especially when coupled with how vast and expansive his smoke body over the city is. It is not uncommon for him to guide the makeup of his cloud form to take up residence around factories, power plants, and restaurants. Anything that produces thermal energy with which to fuel himself. Between the spates of activity where he must rest, he is capable of creating smaller bodies of smoke and mist, and granting them a measure of independence and creative thinking. He does this by taking the numerous consciousnesses inside of him, and shaping them into smaller specialized variations on himself.
As a being of energy, he doesn't eat, sleep, or drink. He's fueled by various sources of energy, of which thermal is the easiest for him to interact with. Cold and wet can weaken him, and make it more difficult to maintain his form. Once upon a time, Sable recalls being drained completely of energy, growing too cold in the winter while still awakening to himself. Everything stilled in him, and he does not recall anything else of that winter. When the freezing temperatures broke however, and the sun's pure rays shone down on him, he found himself awakening again to life. He does not fear this blackout of awareness, but strives to avoid it nonetheless.
Besides cloudform, shapeshifting, and the ability to split himself into multiple consciousnesses, The Sable Man also bears a numerous collection of talents and skills, from the mundane cooking of an omlette to the crafting of strange and new biological and chemical weapons. He carries the skills of all of those lost in the weapons lab that heralded his creation.
Henchmen (villains only):
Noxious: Noxious or "Nox" is one of the Sable Man's favorite servants. Created out of the desire to inflict pain, and crush those who think themselves out of reach, Noxious favors straightforward tactics, and unless otherwise told to lie in wait would prefer to deal directly with his target. He's not above waiting for the right time, but his patience is not the match of his dark master's. If no ideal time presents itself he will dive in headlong to the situation. Utterly fearless, he is loyal to the Sable Man, but also loves the fear and terror he can inflict. Sometimes he is tempted to "joyride" on the way to or from his missions, or pick more exotic locales than Sable would expressly prefer. He appears as a large well muscled man in his mid to early thirties with light skin, a close shave, and shoulder length straight black hair which he wears slicked back. He is a strong and skilled fighter with weapons and fire arms, though he prefers his fists. He shares Sable's ability to disperse and reshape himself, but is far less talented at it than his master. Frequently, he will appear wearing a grey suit and black sunglasses. When not performing for his master, he returns to the overall mass of the Sable Man until called on again, but Sable has to come and retrieve him.
Misty: Misty is a servant of The Sable Man that is best left completely unnoticed. Perhaps created from the last dregs of his empathy to humanity, she appears as a pale skinned sweet young woman in her late twenties. She's prone to changing her hair styles and colors, though they typically remain long of length and dark of color. She doesn't appear as a fighter and doesn't appear to enjoy violence, but underneath she is more than willing to perform either for her master, The Sable Man. She is utilized in the Sable Man's deep cover operations, and as such had to be made capable of staying in the field without returning for direction. As such, she has developed an interest in exploring the human culture and psyche as she has remained out. It's how she remains able to maintain and stay focused on her mission: directing the numerous mundane machinations of The Sable Man. Her wardrobe ranges from prim and proper to casual or alluring as she chooses. She retains Sable's ability to disperse and reshape herself, but is far less talented at it than her master. Frequently, she will appear with a smile on her face, and a twinkle in her grey eyes. When called on for darker and more violent roles, she will alter her appearance so as not to be recognized, favoring a black sleeveless leather catsuit with a pair of heels sharp enough to be used as weapons. When required, she is more than capable of holding her own in straightforward battle, but prefers working from the shadows and coordination to direct single confrontation. Periodically, she will return to The Sable Man, and he will collect information from her, and prune out undesirable developments from the mind of his servant before sending her back, for he recognizes her interest in learning about humanity as a useful tool, but does not trust it in case she one day escapes his control by growing too far.
Cloudlings: Small basic creations capable of following instructions of The Sable Man or others of his minions. Appearing as bland and forgettable faces, they retain the ability to reform unless the majority of a body is dispersed. Being made up of little material when compared to their master or his greater servants, they are relatively easy to disperse by comparison, even falling to sustained rapid fire weapons or concerted strikes through their bodies. They are used when a mass of bodies is wanted or needed. They don't speak, their voices limited to whispy raspings. A few stronger varieties have been seen before. These are stronger, larger, harder to disperse, and more intelligent than others. They are also able to communicate verbally when required.
Thugs: The Sable Man is not above employing generic muscle. Trusted ones can contact him though digital means. The rest operate through the proxies of Noxious or occasionally a disguised Misty. These men and women are used in order to maintain the illusion that the Sable Man is simply another gang lord making a play in Jewel Junction, or wherever he happens to be working, and are considered expendable in so far as he does not lose so many that people beginning growing suspicious of the truth of who and what he is.
Personality: Sable is methodical and cautious, but no less passionate about his beliefs and goals for it. A detached coldness towards individuals competes with his curious and observant nature. He uses strict control and a system of checks and balances in himself to keep from acting out violently, restraining some of the urges he sometimes struggles with, whether violent or benevolent in nature. His time observing the world during his formation period led him to believe in the order of "might makes right to rule". He saw this in the natural world whenever a hawk would catch a fish or rodent. He saw it again in how scavenger beasts and birds waited for the predators to finish before converging on the scraps, even fighting amongst themselves. Also in how the deer would flee the hunter, whether a natural predator, or one far more powerful and filled with ingenuity: man. Among the cities and streets of man, he saw numerous sorts, from violent and selfish figures who's actions surrounded themselves with chaos, to the strong and stalwart judges. Those who sought to control and curb the destructive tendencies of their fellows and deal out retribution to those earning it. In their order he recognized a strength unmatched by any that he'd been able to witness in nature, but the differences inherent in all of mankind was a weakness which they would never overcome. But perhaps he and his vast wealth of experiences could.
Origin Story:
Confidential: Restricted Access
Report Subject: The Sable Man
Investigation Status: In Progress
Lead Investigator: Woods, Rowley, Chimera Industries Internal Affairs Agent.
Reliable accounts of the individual known as The Sable Man first began surfacing in the early months of 20xx, when he was rumored to have taken up residence in Jewel Junction North Carolina. He seems to be filling the role of informant and broker for deals between the metro's criminal underworld. Previous rumors list him as possibly working with the police department in efforts to bring down local crime leadership, but that stopped after one of the kingpins that he reportedly helped nab got out of court on a technicality. The kingpin disappeared shortly after that, along with any that attempted to step into his place as successor to the crime field in Jewel Junction. Since then, the many factions of illicit activity have begun warring among themselves, and with no one able to step in and provide stability, things have grown dangerous in the undercity.
Intelligence points to him appearing without warning and arranging a sale of weapons or information for the next day. So far, the information has always proven accurate, and the weapons deals have gone through. If they played nice with Sable, then they gain an advantage over their rivals. The few groups who have tried to double cross the Sable Man have been systematically dismantled by strikes from their rivals over the course of the next few months. He has effectively carved a niche into the criminal war against each other that is being waged in Jewel Junction. Everyone seems to hate him, but everyone seems to need him and nobody seems to know where he is to catch him at his home. I've been working on trying to make contacts within the gangs he does business with the most in the hopes of finding him to report back his where abouts to Chimera. No results yet on that front.....
Sable let his eyes drift down the screen lazily, taking his time to make sure he was reading every detail clearly. He didn't want to lose a single detail. When he was done, he tapped a few more keys on the computer he'd broken into bringing up the option to add to the report. Rowley was dead hours ago, but not before he'd shared precious information with The Sable Man. He'd not been willing at first, but the corporate investigator hadn't been so difficult to crack when he was systematically being suffocated, before being given scalding hot air to breath. Not much better for the poor man, but after Sable had demonstrated that he didn't grow weary from the "persuasion" and could continue indefinitely, it hadn't taken long for him to crack. Of course, Sable would have let him have his breaks if they'd been needed. A more iron willed man might have needed to dread going back under the burning smog for a few hours. Rowley had not though. Now, Sable wore his face and had his security passes for this venture. At least for now. He'd keep Mr Woods' death a secret for a bit longer, then discard the identity once it was used up.
They were right in a few things, but they'd missed quite a bit. Such as how he'd formed originally. The Sable Man had only found that after a thorough amount of time digging into Chimera's database and recent events. Chimera Industries was quite the innovator, and there were plenty of its resources directed into science and experiemental technologies. These were open to abuse, and so were portions of the company. Someone realized they were close to something: A new weapon. When everything there went dark, Chimera knew they had a problem. From what Smoke had managed to piece together, it was a weapon meant to kill. To literally disintegrate the bodies of those caught in it. What precisely it was, he hadn't found yet, but he did know that something had gone wrong. The weapon seemed to have been turned on its creators. And his creators? Well that was him. All of him, and all of them. Or, some at least. He'd read personnel files, and had started to notice a trend. He could do much of what they'd done. Remember what they'd known? Well that was something different. He seemed able to replicate their talents, but didn't share their memories, as near as he could tell. He mused silently to himself a little more, remembering his early time learning. It had been at least a few years now, but he'd learned fast. He'd learned that he wasn't like the others on this planet. Heat sustained him, and cold made him weak. Even if he completely faltered to the cold though, it was only a matter of time before some part of him awoke again. Not necessarily in the same place, but from what he'd learned and inferred about himself, he might as well be impossible to kill for good. Some people would get an ego boost from that, but for Sable, it was just another fact. In the early years, there had been the experiments, where he'd learned to shift and adapt his form to what he chose. He had even learned to be in more than one place at a time, shaving off and creating smaller "Sables" to do his bidding. Over time, he'd learned to craft his knowledge and his abilities into truly powerful servants. That had been a mistake that he'd never quite corrected. He could make himself an enforcer to handle fights for him when he was otherwise occupied. If he needed someone suited to loosening up tongues in a more natural and subtle way, he could easily craft the right someone for the job by borrowing from the numerous sets of minds locked within himself. It was when he tried to make something that was his own equal that he made his mistake, for he succeeded. He made something as strong willed and as intelligent as himself. Inexperienced and still dormant, but there none the less. He tried to take it back into himself as he had with his other creations, but found that it resisted him, struggling to remain its own.... And it escaped him.
The Sable Man tightened his fist in frustration, remembering how it had felt to lose that piece of himself. Some of his own essence, shaved away and lost. If he ever found it again, he would be certain to reconnect with it. But there wasn't anything to be done fretting over that business. He had order to establish, and he would start in Jewel Junction, by eradicating the small time crime gangs and their upstart leaders. When he could, he would begin to establish himself elsewhere, but for now, Jewel Junction would do fine.
He gave a quick browse through the rest of the report, unimpressed with what he found there. An idea struck into his head though, and he started tapping away at the keyboard again.
Update: Contact established with underground figure identifying himself as "Nox". Subject is evasive, but claims to have knowledge about The Sable Man. Recommend making contact.
The Sable man tapped the send button and watched his addendum fly off to whoever was watching on the other end. A satisfied grin worked across his face as he got up to leave the little hotel where Rowley had been staying. If they were looking for him, he'd just invited them to come and "play ball". Soon enough they'd figure out just how dirty he could play.
Secret Identity (if any): He is content with the name that he has been given by the gangs and media around him: The Sable Man
Age: Under five years since formation
Affiliation: Villains
Base of Operations (if any): The Sable Man has made himself familiar with the metro city of Jewel Junction in North Carolina, USA. He lingers throughout the city.
Appearance: As a formshifter, The Sable Man is able to take on innumerable appearances, or even become nearly impossible to detect visually by spreading himself over an area, limited only by his will and skill at holding forms. He is equal to the smog and clouds around the city, but moving all of his being at once is a vast and extremely slow proposition that can take anywhere from hours to days. Most of the time, the majority of his mass is spent lingering inert around sources of heat and energy throughout the city. Instead of moving all at once, Sable will focus his intelligence in localized areas, and seize direct control of the smaller portions of himself. He can move between these areas at the speed of the wind. You might say that he is his own "secret lair". Though able to take shape as human, creature, or object, it is all superficial. Simple tools such as prybars are able to be formed, but complex mechanical devices are beyond him. While able to take on different colors, he favors blacks and greys over vibrant colors which could take more effort to maintain.
When Sable does come to deal with someone personally he drops the appearance of a swirling mass of smoke and fog, and instead takes on a the shape of a dark haired man with a light but worn complexion. Not someone overly muscled in appearance, but very clearly bearing hardened muscle underneath. He favors a long sweeping duster coat with a high collar in sort of a grey brown color. Dark pants, dress shoes, and a lightish colored button down shirt. A with a tie about his neck and a short cut of black hair just beginning to show grey at his temples, you'd think that he would present a fine figure for business. His choice of attire is where the fine appearance ends though, and even it is worn in a tattered and weathered way. The shirts top button is left open, with the tie loosely tied about his neck, as though it didn't truly matter to him. At times its appearance reminds more of a noose than finery. The coat is rumpled, and frequently the shirt comes untucked throughout the day. A short beard covers his jaw and lip, but it is rough, not even giving the appearance of the ever poplular "three day shave". It's rough and wild, though still short. Heavy bushy eyebrows deepen shadows around his eyes, and add to the malevolent glare or grin that he turns on those that displease him.
Powers: The Sable Man is a sentient cloud of energy which manifests as smoke, mists, or fog. As such, he ignores many of the rules limiting mortal humans. Massive in size and scope, The Sable Man is the smog surrounding the city. He is able to manipulate himself to take many shapes, even appearing as a human or as other living creatures. Activity and attention to detail tires him to maintain, however. Especially when coupled with how vast and expansive his smoke body over the city is. It is not uncommon for him to guide the makeup of his cloud form to take up residence around factories, power plants, and restaurants. Anything that produces thermal energy with which to fuel himself. Between the spates of activity where he must rest, he is capable of creating smaller bodies of smoke and mist, and granting them a measure of independence and creative thinking. He does this by taking the numerous consciousnesses inside of him, and shaping them into smaller specialized variations on himself.
As a being of energy, he doesn't eat, sleep, or drink. He's fueled by various sources of energy, of which thermal is the easiest for him to interact with. Cold and wet can weaken him, and make it more difficult to maintain his form. Once upon a time, Sable recalls being drained completely of energy, growing too cold in the winter while still awakening to himself. Everything stilled in him, and he does not recall anything else of that winter. When the freezing temperatures broke however, and the sun's pure rays shone down on him, he found himself awakening again to life. He does not fear this blackout of awareness, but strives to avoid it nonetheless.
Besides cloudform, shapeshifting, and the ability to split himself into multiple consciousnesses, The Sable Man also bears a numerous collection of talents and skills, from the mundane cooking of an omlette to the crafting of strange and new biological and chemical weapons. He carries the skills of all of those lost in the weapons lab that heralded his creation.
Henchmen (villains only):
Noxious: Noxious or "Nox" is one of the Sable Man's favorite servants. Created out of the desire to inflict pain, and crush those who think themselves out of reach, Noxious favors straightforward tactics, and unless otherwise told to lie in wait would prefer to deal directly with his target. He's not above waiting for the right time, but his patience is not the match of his dark master's. If no ideal time presents itself he will dive in headlong to the situation. Utterly fearless, he is loyal to the Sable Man, but also loves the fear and terror he can inflict. Sometimes he is tempted to "joyride" on the way to or from his missions, or pick more exotic locales than Sable would expressly prefer. He appears as a large well muscled man in his mid to early thirties with light skin, a close shave, and shoulder length straight black hair which he wears slicked back. He is a strong and skilled fighter with weapons and fire arms, though he prefers his fists. He shares Sable's ability to disperse and reshape himself, but is far less talented at it than his master. Frequently, he will appear wearing a grey suit and black sunglasses. When not performing for his master, he returns to the overall mass of the Sable Man until called on again, but Sable has to come and retrieve him.
Misty: Misty is a servant of The Sable Man that is best left completely unnoticed. Perhaps created from the last dregs of his empathy to humanity, she appears as a pale skinned sweet young woman in her late twenties. She's prone to changing her hair styles and colors, though they typically remain long of length and dark of color. She doesn't appear as a fighter and doesn't appear to enjoy violence, but underneath she is more than willing to perform either for her master, The Sable Man. She is utilized in the Sable Man's deep cover operations, and as such had to be made capable of staying in the field without returning for direction. As such, she has developed an interest in exploring the human culture and psyche as she has remained out. It's how she remains able to maintain and stay focused on her mission: directing the numerous mundane machinations of The Sable Man. Her wardrobe ranges from prim and proper to casual or alluring as she chooses. She retains Sable's ability to disperse and reshape herself, but is far less talented at it than her master. Frequently, she will appear with a smile on her face, and a twinkle in her grey eyes. When called on for darker and more violent roles, she will alter her appearance so as not to be recognized, favoring a black sleeveless leather catsuit with a pair of heels sharp enough to be used as weapons. When required, she is more than capable of holding her own in straightforward battle, but prefers working from the shadows and coordination to direct single confrontation. Periodically, she will return to The Sable Man, and he will collect information from her, and prune out undesirable developments from the mind of his servant before sending her back, for he recognizes her interest in learning about humanity as a useful tool, but does not trust it in case she one day escapes his control by growing too far.
Cloudlings: Small basic creations capable of following instructions of The Sable Man or others of his minions. Appearing as bland and forgettable faces, they retain the ability to reform unless the majority of a body is dispersed. Being made up of little material when compared to their master or his greater servants, they are relatively easy to disperse by comparison, even falling to sustained rapid fire weapons or concerted strikes through their bodies. They are used when a mass of bodies is wanted or needed. They don't speak, their voices limited to whispy raspings. A few stronger varieties have been seen before. These are stronger, larger, harder to disperse, and more intelligent than others. They are also able to communicate verbally when required.
Thugs: The Sable Man is not above employing generic muscle. Trusted ones can contact him though digital means. The rest operate through the proxies of Noxious or occasionally a disguised Misty. These men and women are used in order to maintain the illusion that the Sable Man is simply another gang lord making a play in Jewel Junction, or wherever he happens to be working, and are considered expendable in so far as he does not lose so many that people beginning growing suspicious of the truth of who and what he is.
Personality: Sable is methodical and cautious, but no less passionate about his beliefs and goals for it. A detached coldness towards individuals competes with his curious and observant nature. He uses strict control and a system of checks and balances in himself to keep from acting out violently, restraining some of the urges he sometimes struggles with, whether violent or benevolent in nature. His time observing the world during his formation period led him to believe in the order of "might makes right to rule". He saw this in the natural world whenever a hawk would catch a fish or rodent. He saw it again in how scavenger beasts and birds waited for the predators to finish before converging on the scraps, even fighting amongst themselves. Also in how the deer would flee the hunter, whether a natural predator, or one far more powerful and filled with ingenuity: man. Among the cities and streets of man, he saw numerous sorts, from violent and selfish figures who's actions surrounded themselves with chaos, to the strong and stalwart judges. Those who sought to control and curb the destructive tendencies of their fellows and deal out retribution to those earning it. In their order he recognized a strength unmatched by any that he'd been able to witness in nature, but the differences inherent in all of mankind was a weakness which they would never overcome. But perhaps he and his vast wealth of experiences could.
Origin Story:
Confidential: Restricted Access
Report Subject: The Sable Man
Investigation Status: In Progress
Lead Investigator: Woods, Rowley, Chimera Industries Internal Affairs Agent.
Reliable accounts of the individual known as The Sable Man first began surfacing in the early months of 20xx, when he was rumored to have taken up residence in Jewel Junction North Carolina. He seems to be filling the role of informant and broker for deals between the metro's criminal underworld. Previous rumors list him as possibly working with the police department in efforts to bring down local crime leadership, but that stopped after one of the kingpins that he reportedly helped nab got out of court on a technicality. The kingpin disappeared shortly after that, along with any that attempted to step into his place as successor to the crime field in Jewel Junction. Since then, the many factions of illicit activity have begun warring among themselves, and with no one able to step in and provide stability, things have grown dangerous in the undercity.
Intelligence points to him appearing without warning and arranging a sale of weapons or information for the next day. So far, the information has always proven accurate, and the weapons deals have gone through. If they played nice with Sable, then they gain an advantage over their rivals. The few groups who have tried to double cross the Sable Man have been systematically dismantled by strikes from their rivals over the course of the next few months. He has effectively carved a niche into the criminal war against each other that is being waged in Jewel Junction. Everyone seems to hate him, but everyone seems to need him and nobody seems to know where he is to catch him at his home. I've been working on trying to make contacts within the gangs he does business with the most in the hopes of finding him to report back his where abouts to Chimera. No results yet on that front.....
Sable let his eyes drift down the screen lazily, taking his time to make sure he was reading every detail clearly. He didn't want to lose a single detail. When he was done, he tapped a few more keys on the computer he'd broken into bringing up the option to add to the report. Rowley was dead hours ago, but not before he'd shared precious information with The Sable Man. He'd not been willing at first, but the corporate investigator hadn't been so difficult to crack when he was systematically being suffocated, before being given scalding hot air to breath. Not much better for the poor man, but after Sable had demonstrated that he didn't grow weary from the "persuasion" and could continue indefinitely, it hadn't taken long for him to crack. Of course, Sable would have let him have his breaks if they'd been needed. A more iron willed man might have needed to dread going back under the burning smog for a few hours. Rowley had not though. Now, Sable wore his face and had his security passes for this venture. At least for now. He'd keep Mr Woods' death a secret for a bit longer, then discard the identity once it was used up.
They were right in a few things, but they'd missed quite a bit. Such as how he'd formed originally. The Sable Man had only found that after a thorough amount of time digging into Chimera's database and recent events. Chimera Industries was quite the innovator, and there were plenty of its resources directed into science and experiemental technologies. These were open to abuse, and so were portions of the company. Someone realized they were close to something: A new weapon. When everything there went dark, Chimera knew they had a problem. From what Smoke had managed to piece together, it was a weapon meant to kill. To literally disintegrate the bodies of those caught in it. What precisely it was, he hadn't found yet, but he did know that something had gone wrong. The weapon seemed to have been turned on its creators. And his creators? Well that was him. All of him, and all of them. Or, some at least. He'd read personnel files, and had started to notice a trend. He could do much of what they'd done. Remember what they'd known? Well that was something different. He seemed able to replicate their talents, but didn't share their memories, as near as he could tell. He mused silently to himself a little more, remembering his early time learning. It had been at least a few years now, but he'd learned fast. He'd learned that he wasn't like the others on this planet. Heat sustained him, and cold made him weak. Even if he completely faltered to the cold though, it was only a matter of time before some part of him awoke again. Not necessarily in the same place, but from what he'd learned and inferred about himself, he might as well be impossible to kill for good. Some people would get an ego boost from that, but for Sable, it was just another fact. In the early years, there had been the experiments, where he'd learned to shift and adapt his form to what he chose. He had even learned to be in more than one place at a time, shaving off and creating smaller "Sables" to do his bidding. Over time, he'd learned to craft his knowledge and his abilities into truly powerful servants. That had been a mistake that he'd never quite corrected. He could make himself an enforcer to handle fights for him when he was otherwise occupied. If he needed someone suited to loosening up tongues in a more natural and subtle way, he could easily craft the right someone for the job by borrowing from the numerous sets of minds locked within himself. It was when he tried to make something that was his own equal that he made his mistake, for he succeeded. He made something as strong willed and as intelligent as himself. Inexperienced and still dormant, but there none the less. He tried to take it back into himself as he had with his other creations, but found that it resisted him, struggling to remain its own.... And it escaped him.
The Sable Man tightened his fist in frustration, remembering how it had felt to lose that piece of himself. Some of his own essence, shaved away and lost. If he ever found it again, he would be certain to reconnect with it. But there wasn't anything to be done fretting over that business. He had order to establish, and he would start in Jewel Junction, by eradicating the small time crime gangs and their upstart leaders. When he could, he would begin to establish himself elsewhere, but for now, Jewel Junction would do fine.
He gave a quick browse through the rest of the report, unimpressed with what he found there. An idea struck into his head though, and he started tapping away at the keyboard again.
Update: Contact established with underground figure identifying himself as "Nox". Subject is evasive, but claims to have knowledge about The Sable Man. Recommend making contact.
The Sable man tapped the send button and watched his addendum fly off to whoever was watching on the other end. A satisfied grin worked across his face as he got up to leave the little hotel where Rowley had been staying. If they were looking for him, he'd just invited them to come and "play ball". Soon enough they'd figure out just how dirty he could play.