Japan, the Land of the Rising Sun. To the public, Japan was known for it's history, culture, giant monster movies, anime. But to you however, this island of a nation was your destination. As you were approaching the capital city of Tokyo via jumbo jetliner, you stowed away both yourself and you custom chopper motorcycle within the plane's cargo bay.
Little did the world knew, but you harbored a....dark secret. By day, you were an ordinary guy, standing nearly 6 foot 1 in height, having an athletic frame, and sporting a pair of green eyes and "dirty blonde" hair. But by night or in the presence of evil, your appearance changes, as you transform into the hellish Spirit of Vengeance, known only as "The Ghost Rider".
Armed with Hellfire and various weapons at your disposal, as the Ghost Rider, you seek out those who have spilt innocent blood and judge them as both judge, jury, and executioner. If they are deemed guilty, you unleash a Ghost Rider's ultimate weapon; Penance Stare. Upon use, the Penance Stare will unleash all of the pain and suffering the person has caused against them tenfold, burning the enemy's soul to a brimstone crisp.
Though, as the plane as fly just above the Tokyo skyline and reaching the airport, you figured that it's time to leave before someone at the airport discovers you. Opening the charge bay doors, as the wind blew fiercely and with relentless gust, you got on your custom chopper, revved on the throttle, as the engine roared and growled to life. Noticing that it was already nightfall, you let a slight smirk and thought, "Well Tokyo, hope you're ready for someone like me." Flooring the throttle, your chopper went from 0 to 80 miles an hour in merely 4 seconds, just as you and your motorcycle were left falling mid-air.
Shortly after ejecting from the large plane, Hellfire consumed both you and the two-wheel vehicle, as your skin & flesh disappeared in the blaze, turning you into a flaming skeleton with somewhat charred bones. The trenchcoat, stonewashed jeans, black boots, and dark gray T-shirt became charred and crispy, but still as flexible. The sawed-off pump-action shotgun, dual revolvers, and chain that was hoisted on your body morphed into your Hellfire Revolvers, Hellfire Shotgun, & Hellfire Chain.
Finally, as your motorcycle grotesquely transformed itself into your HellCycle, within those short few seconds mid-air and you had transformed into the Ghost Rider, as you crashed through the building in front of you, still sitting upon your HellCycle, where you drifted to slow your momentum down.
Despite giving the people on the floor that you landed on, as the Ghost Rider, you got a good look at the city in front of you. However, as for your reasons here in Tokyo, you came here to investigate....
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