[i][u]~Around one Year Previous~[/u][/i]
Joe sat with his feet up on the dashboard of his delivery ship. He ran a comb through his hair as he watched a small television broadcasting some gameshow from Galganon III which involved a rather unhealthy amount of lava and a lot of questions about something that was essentially space cheese. The hand without the comb in it was flipping a pen inbetween Joe's fingers. Boredom was rife upon his one-man ship to say the least. 

Joe rose from his chair, tossing both the pen and the comb on the dashboard and making his way to the cargo bay of the ship. He threw the tarp off the bike when he reached it. It was a beauty to say the least. Some rich teenager had gotten his dad to buy it for him for his birthday without even knowing the true story of the bike. It was a renowned racing bike, used by the famous racer 'Gip Bruter' in his sand marathon against 'Braethor Huskin'. Of course, to an Earthling this would all sound like gobbledy gook, but to Joe it was his favourite sport. He ran his hand along the bike before throwing the tarp back over it, sighing and returning to his seat at the front of the ship.

The quiz show had long since switched to informercials and it seemed, Joe had little to do, but sleep. He switched off the tv and put his feet on the dashboard while resting his hands on his stomach. He stared at the vast emptiness of space for a while, before his eyes began to flutter and he fell asleep. After about 15 minutes of proper REM sleep disaster struck. Joe's hand fell onto the console and slapped the button to change course before sliding down to the warp drive key. Unbeknownst to, Joe, he had just set co-ordinates for earth at a speed much higher than he had ever anticipated.

A few hours later and Joe awoke to see flames engulfing the front of his ship. He was crashing through Earth's atmosphere and down onto the hard land that would inevitably spell his doom unless he got to safety. He leaped from his chair, sending it spinning as he sprinted to the cargo bay. Dynamo-Corp took much better care of its cargo than it did its workers, and in accordance with these ideals, the cargo bay would lock after any sign of danger. Joe of course knew this, but had not planned ahead in case of an emergency. He started hammering random codes into the keypad by the door. After 3 tries it simply displayed the words "locked" and Joe was unable to work the keypad anymore. He began biting his finger nails and hopping from foot to foot. He could feel the ship getting warmer as it plunged further towards Earth. He turned back to the keypad and ripped it from its place on the wall. He reached his hands into the wall and began connecting wires in a seemingly random order. As if he had meant it to happen, this worked and the door slid open. He threw himself into the room and the door quickly slid shut behind him. Joe slumped against the motorbike as the ship plummeted to Earth.

[i][u]Present Day[/u][/i]
Joe wrestled with his hair as he tried to fashion it into his signature pompadour. He swaggered out of his bathroom, putting on his letterman jacket as he did. The apartment he lived in looked quite nice when Overwatch Twelve had first placed him in it, but since then it had become messy and awkward with all the clothes and whatnot strewn across the floor. Joe had meant to clean the place, but had been preoccupied with important things such as video games and television.

He left his house with the intention of finding some crime to stop, which was much easier said than done these days. To tell the truth, the heroes had been on top of their game and every supervillain that came along was quickly dispatched before they did too much damage. Deep down, Joe actually wished for some sort of challenge to come his way, he was in no way an exceptional fighter, but something that got his blood racing every once in a while was much appreciated. Plus he had a bunch of one-liners memorized in his head for various obscure occasions. 

Joe stuck his earphones in and began to wander. Claychester was a big place, and Joe didn't entirely know his way around the place as much as he probably should have. As a result, he often got lost which was what he had done today. He had made his way to the poorer part of town and essentially went down various alleys and streets and had strangely ended up in some sort of park. Joe sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He wandered into the park, smoke drifting off behind him as he walked. He found a seat next to what seemed like some sort of homeless wizard. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Excuse me, you don't happen to know where I am do you?"