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Sabretooth
 Real
name: Victor Creed
Occupation: Assassin
Group affiliation: Weapon X; formerly the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and
X-Factor
Base of operations: Unrevealed
First appearance: Iron Fist #14 (1977)
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 275 lbs.
Eye color: Amber
Hair color: Blond
Powers: Sabretooth can regenerate damaged or destroyed cells at an
accelerated rate, and his healing factor renders him virtually immune to
poisons and most drugs. Sabretooth's superhumanly acute senses are
comparable to those of certain animals; he can track a person or object by
smell in a manner similar to that of a dog or wolf. Also, his claws and
teeth are strong enough to rend substances as durable as bone.
Weapons: Sabretooth's skeleton has been bonded with the indestructible
metal Adamantium.
History: Mortal enemy of the feral X-Man known as Wolverine, Sabretooth is
a psychotic murder machine with an accelerated healing factor, razor-sharp
talons, hyper-keen senses...and an all-consuming hunger for blood!
Confined to a dark basement and subjected to other forms of psychological
abuse by his father, Victor Creed survived to become the ultimate warrior.
Sabretooth is driven by a psychotic need to hunt, fight and kill; previous
marks have included both humans and mutants.
As a special operative for the Central Intelligence Agency, Creed
frequently worked in partnership with the mysterious loner known only as
Logan. Codenamed Sabretooth and Wolverine, both were products of the
mysterious Weapon X project -- a government-sponsored initiative to breed
the ultimate team of super-soldiers. In addition, the Weapon X scientists
implanted false memories in their
subjects for reasons that remain unclear. Uneasy allies at best, Creed and
Logan had a falling out during a mission in Berlin; the two have been
mortal enemies ever since.
Creed fathered a child with the sinister mutant shape-shifter called
Mystique. Ironically, their son grew up to become a staunch anti-mutant
advocate, establishing the organization known as the Friends of Humanity.
Prior to his assassination, Graydon Creed even ran for president of the
United States.
In Sabretooth's first recorded exploit as a costumed criminal, he
kidnapped the celebrated lawyer Jeryn Hogarth. Defeated by Iron Fist, a
superhuman martial artist, Sabretooth next chose to run with a pack: the
Marauders, a team of assassins employed by the mysterious Mr. Sinister, an
obsessed geneticist working to create the world's most powerful mutant.
Helping carry out the massacre of the Morlocks, an underground community
of mutant outcasts, Sabretooth again encountered Wolverine -- now a member
of the X-Men, an outlaw team of mutant heroes.
In the wake of several brutal skirmishes, the X-Men finally captured
Sabretooth. Always mindful of the potential for good in others, Professor
Charles Xavier -- the team's mentor, as well as an enormously powerful
telepath -- attempted to help Creed overcome his psychotic impulses.
Infuriated upon discovering Sabretooth at Xavier's mansion, Wolverine
attacked his nemesis and injured Creed's brain with one of his extensible
Adamantium claws. Following his forced lobotomy, Sabretooth seemed
unusually passive and peaceful. However, he recovered his true personality
while pretending to remain docile and turned against the X-Men, mortally
wounding the telepath Psylocke.
Sabretooth's former employer, the U.S. government, came calling once again
-- conscripting him to serve with Mystique as a member of the second
version of X-Factor, its team of superhuman mutant operatives. Creed was
forced to wear an electronic restraining collar containing a nerve
inhibitor that would administer a severe shock if he turned aggressive
toward another person or attempted to remove the device. Eventually,
Sabretooth succeeded in shedding the restraint. He savagely assaulted
several other members of X-Factor, then escaped.
When Onslaught took over Creed was nowhere to be found. Among the first of
the psychotic villians Onslaught offered his unique brand of help to. He
completely wiped Sabertooths mind. For a time Sabertooth under the control
of Onslaught served on the X-corps.
 As
an example to all the members of the team, he was used as a symbol that
Onslaught was capable of healing the world. Sabertooth was little more
then a mindless puppet for the entire rule of Onslaught.
After Onslaught was defeated, Sabertooth got his memory back. He was not
happy about being robbed of five years of his life. Of course the only way
for him to purge his inner demons was a massive killing spree. But of
course despite his incredible tracking powers, he could not find the
person he most wanted to expell his rage on. Wolverine wasn't in the
country at that time, and Sabertooth was completely on his own without any
resources.
Sabertooth became a wanderer, until finally he decided he could always
join on with Doom's forces, as it would "be a few laughs." The Doctor was
not about to trust someone who was such a loose cannon. Sabertooth was
taken to a hidden lab somewhere that he could be "rehabilitated" properly.
Currently Sabertooth is being held in solitary, as he is making all
attempts at alterations very difficult.
He sat in a cold dark room. The only
sound was the constant dripping of water from a leaky pipe, and his heavy
breathing. He couldn't see anything...his head was covered in an iron mask,
crafted to look like the mantle of the emperor of the world. His large
hairy arms were bound to the chair tightly. His wrists were covered in
dried blood from attempts to break through his bonds. The arms of the
chair looked worn...his adamantium claws had dug deeply into it several
times, weakening the chair even further. How lond had he been there? Days?
Months? Victor Creed had no way of knowing.
Through the door in front of him a scent drifted in. His nostrils flared
as sniffed at the air. It was the worm. A lacky of the guy in charge. He
was carrying a tray full of raw meat to feed the savage beast. He was of
course followed by his superior. Sabertooth had yet to see the man in
charge of this complex, but he knew his scent by heart. He dreamed of
putting a face to that scent...merely for the pleasure of tearing it off.
The worm opened the door and approached Creed. He placed the tray of meat
down on the floor as he hesitantly reach up to the helmet on creeds head.
He slowly lifted off the cruel mask and laid it to the side. Sabertooth's
face was a mess, covered in a thick beared he tried to bite at the hands
removing the mask, but a strap around his neck kept him at bay.
"Time to eat animal." The worm said as he reached down to grab a long
instrument that was used to feed Sabertooth from a distance. The superior
stood behind the large metal door. Sabertooth could see his eyes looking
in through the small peep hole. He felt the rage burning inside him...the
need to repay his tormentors for countless attrocities. The worm wasn't
paying any attention to the loud gutteral growl coming from Sabertooth. Or
the sound of the metal restraints twisting in protest to his primal
strength.
The worm did hear a loud snap as the restraints finally gave way, and all
of a sudden he was being lifted off the ground by a clawed hand. The worm
saw the metal chair being tossed across the room like it was a small toy.
Then worm was being hammered into the ground. Sabertooth pinned him down,
his snarling mouth hovering just above his ear.
"You watching this mystery man?" Sabertooth shouted to the boss behind the
door. He twisted the worms arm around behind his back, he had him in an
adamantium grip...he could snap worm's arm with a flick of his wrists.
There came no response from the door, but
Sabertooth could see the eyes watching him.
"Here is the deal...you let me outta this torture chamber, and I let this
little worm go." Sabertooth snarled. A single strand of hot druel dripped
down onto the guards face. It was enough to illicit a small whimper from
the terrified man.
"Honestly Victor...do you think he is that important?" The superior said
in a dark voice. He shut the blind that goes over the small peep hole. The
solitary room was once again plunged into darkness.
As he walked away the superior heard the blood curdeling scream of his
underling, followed by a howl that shook the very foundation of the hall
he was in. It echoed throughout the corridors. It was an unearthly sound,
belonging to a creature that was niether an animal, nor a man. It was the
sound of pure rage, a howl from the darkest recesses of a monsters soul.
But the two sounds, the scream, and the howl, were not the scariest thing
heard that day. The scariest sound was the silence that followed
(Aaron's pic)
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