Anton Jerkovic wanted to be a DEMON Morbane more than anything. He had studied necromancy since his teen years, a morbid, disturbed little man who simply could not fit into society. His life changed for ever when he joined DEMON. He enjoyed the feeling of power that he got just by being in this organization, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He wanted to become a Morbane. Things didn't work out for him in this regard, but he did find mention of a terrible artifact. When he brought it to the attention of his Morbane master, a fellow devotee of the necromantic arts; it was decided that DEMON must have control of this artifact. Finding it proved to be the easy part. It had been disguised and protected in a small South American Cathedral for centuries. Anton was made the field leader of the team sent to "recover" it. Things went wrond, the Church knew what it held, specially trained monks defended it to the last man. Anton managed to grab it during the battle; but he had no intention of turning over to his masters in DEMON. Reciting the curse that activated it, he offered his own blood and within moments was adorned in a baroque armor, covered in dark runes. The Mask was a gleaming brass skull with crystaline red eyes. He could see everything! With a somewhat nervous laugh, he flew off into the night. Reapearing as Necros, he began his oft failed attempts at taking over the world. Early in his career, Necros was something of a joke. Powerful enough but limited in experience and his arrogance often lead him to over step his ability. He found himself defeated again and again by superheroes. Chief among his foes was the Protector, a classic flying brick archetype, who apparently recieved his powers via white magic. The Protector and his occasional allies among the Millennium City Superheroes became an obsession with Necros as the necromantic armor he wore began to corrupt him. He became more bloodthirsty and hell bent on Protector's death. He gathered about a group of relatively minor supervillains who had all run afoul of the Protector and dubbed them the Defilers. Even this team wasn't very successful. Necros was a horrible leader. Necros was smart enough to put a bounty on the Protector's identity; eventually this payed off. He summoned the Defilers (they tended to go their separate ways between failed grasps at power) and they assaulted the home of Peter Wilson. Fearful for the safety of his wife and infant son, The Protector surrendered to the Defilers on the conditioned that they be spared. Necros ordered his men to assault the helpless Protector, all save for Powerfist took part in the beating, they too had become slowly corrupted by the Necros armor. Although having his greatest foe savagely beaten in his presence was satisfying, it wasn't the total defeat he had desired. Wanting more suffering, he ordered the deaths of The Protector's family. Barely able to stand due to his injuries, the Protector none the less tried to protect his wife and child. Necros' victory was very short lived. Unable to simply stand by and watch an innocent woman and child be murdered in cold blood, Powerfist asssaulted Necros. Caught off guard; the leader of the Defilers was dropped quickly. Powerfist then attacked the others. He managed to hold them off long enough for the cities other heroes to arrive. Necros swore revenge as he abandoned his men. The Protector died from his injuries but the betrayal by Powerfist robbed Necros of the joy he should have had. His hatred had been transfered to his former underling. Powerfist aided PRIMUS in halting one of the Defilers' schemes and locating their hideout. Again the team was captured, but this time Necros was corraled too. He was livid. Once again free from prison, Necros has reformed the Defilers. He has added a replacement for Powerfist, an inhuman wrecking machine calling himself Slaughterfist. Necros now leads a bloodthirsty team of murderers in hopes of conquering the United States and then the world. Power, preferably in a horrific, bloody manner. Anton is barely there anymore. He has been almost completely subsumed by the necromantic energies of his armor. He spends more time in the armored form now than as himself. "Die" A powerful being of magic. HIs actual spell casting ability is low, but his armor makes up for it. A man in a dirty bronze plate mail armor with no helmet. He wears a shiny brass skill face mask with glowing red eyes. Over this he wears a bloodred cloak.