Academic who somehow got conned into working for the Government. Been role-playing both on forums and TTRPGs for close to twenty years at this point. I'm like 99% retired from active RPing on the Guild, but I still like to poke my head onto here once in a while to make sure that I didn't leave the lights on.
”This just in with Channel 4 Breaking News in Downtown Metropolis. A scene of chaos has developed outside the Metropolis Children's Museum where a group of armed individuals have stormed the building and taking the occupants inside hostage. Sources say these criminals are asking for 10 Million and noncompliance will only result in the deaths of those inside......
An entire city halted by the tremendous shadow of fear and doubt. Men and women glued to their televisions screens and listening to their radios. Across the city and country people watch in horror looking down upon the scene from the viewpoint of the news helicopters like gods on high unable to stop the world below them. They watched, shuddered and prayed hoping that the facade would crack and that they would wake up from the terrible dream they were in. Nobody would go that low would they? Would they really harm hurt a bunch of kids?
While the world on the outside reacts in horror in the inside there is only fear. Entire groups of children were backed against walls and in corners looking down the barrel of assault rifles, of death as the blood of the security guards slowly leaks on the tile floor each individual white square slowly becoming crimson. Some among the teachers and employees are crying, crying because it isn't fair, and it's true nobody wants to die. Though many more are reaching out to the children that surround them, to the tiny faces with big innocent eyes trying to give them at least some form of comfort in their final hours.
But something is strange here, these children do not need comfort. They are perfectly calm and resolute and instead they are the ones finding the resolve in the moment. It is because they know something that the others don't. A shared whisper that seemed to circulate the building and radiate outwards to all those young faces watching the events unfold, a whisper that became a comment, a comment that became their words of comfort to their parents and elders. Three Words that had been spoken before and would be spoken again but somehow every time carried the hopes of an entire world upon their shoulder. Superman was coming.
He had appeared after the tragic events of September 11th, rising from the ashes of a changed America in a time where America needed heroes again. A beacon of hope to keep the darkness at bay. Ever since then “Superman” had become a household name in Metropolis and the greater world. For he came at the most opportune time, as a new hero for the resurgent America in a time of great patriotic fever and unity. The children followed his every action on the television news as if he was some great sports hero instead of an alien crimefighter. Slack Jawed and wide eyed they watched him soar across the world fighting for truth and justice and always making sure the bad guys lost. They didn't have to be scared anymore because instead they could be inspired and awed.
Parents and adults weren't deemed for these childish fantasies either. It was impossible not to be swapped up in the fervor of it all with the news, reporters and seemingly all their co-workers portraying the man in blue like he was the second coming. After their children would do some death defying stunt or try and punch out the schoolyard bully in the name of justice, after rempemeninding them in front of their betters once back in the safety of their own cars or homes the smile would crack and they would ask. Trying to be Superman again?
To the children though he was the perfect hero, he could do anything. If they could just be superman for just one moment of time, they could do anything. So they knew that at any moment he would come and make the bad guys wish that they never woke up in the morning.
The adults were understandably more cynical.The news always blew things out of proportion, they made it all appear bigger and more magnificent to tell a better story. They knew the truth, that their was no knights in shining armor and heroes no matter if they could fly or punch a hole through the air, they were still decidedly human. And most importantly of all they remember. They remember when they were young and they had their own heroes, they remembered the Justice Society and their position of the old beacons of hope in the world and those older remembered the likes of Captain America fighting the shadows of the Third Reich. But where had they gone? Where were they when they needed them the most, when their friend was killed or that bank was robbed? They were gone.... because they abandoned them like everybody else.
So they look on with fear in their hearts as they know how the score will settle. They are scared because they couldn't possibly feel the change in air currents and notice the startled birds; because they couldn't see a blue streak racing high above the clouds from halfway across the sky. They couldn't see that this streak was a singular man with a determined expression upon his face; nor could they know that with superhuman sight and hearing he had already knew the locations of all the gunmen inside the museum and he already had a plan.
He was only one man.
But one man was enough.
Superman was coming.
Clark did not flinch as he hit into the roof of the Children’s Museum punching a man sized hole through the roof. The hostages flinched and pulled away at the sudden noise and the man of steel was upon their assailants before they could react. There were six in total and he moved towards the one watching the hostages first as Clark came down from the ceiling atop of him feet first. Clark could hear the sternum crack under the pressure as he feet made contact. He spun around quickly as the five others moved to return fire. He acted first leaping to the right taking the hostages out of the cone of fire. Fingers hit the trigger as soon as he landed and a wave of 7.62x39 ammunition came to meet him.
He began to walk to meet them in the middle. They almost tickled as they made contact as the faces of the hostage takers grew with fear as they unloaded round after round into Clark to no effect. He reached the lead man and wrapped a hand around the barrel of the assault rifle and in one jerking motion pulled him forward by it, driving a palm into his head and sending him flying across the room before hitting the ground. He was lucky that Clark had the decency to pull his punches or else his head would of came clean off. Two more charged on either side and as they were about to smash their rifles against his head, he shot up into the air. Already in movement the forward momentum of their swings and in such close proximity the two hit one another yelling out in pain as they collapsed on the ground in a pile.
One of the two remaining had swung his gun over towards the hostages but before he could shoot, hands suddenly started burning as the metal became scorching to the touch as a heatray from across the room made contact. He landed in front of the last man and very simply took a deep breath and breathed on the man and the force alone propelled him several feet before he slammed into an installation about simple physics and dropped. All in all less than four minutes had passed since he had crashed through the roof and it was already over.
A hushed silence had fallen over the area outside of the museum. They heard gunshots and screams but they couldn't get contact from the inside. They all waited with baited breath as the seconds passed by and nothing happened. A sign of movement, the whole crowd gasped as the door swung open. SWAT raised their guns and trained them on the door as it fully but as it did there was no moans of horrors but cheers resounding through the crowd at the sight in front of them. Children and teachers walking out of the museum in big groups, parents rushing over the police barrier to find their kids as a collective sigh held across the nation had been released. Now the cameras did not focus on the building but on the man in the center of the crowd that all the children seemed to be flocking around. Superman.
Name: Charuri Rol Age: 16 Species: Cathar Force Abilities:
Core Abilities
Comprehend Speech
Hibernation trance
Malacia
Non-Force Abilities:
Form I - Shii-Cho
Form III - Soresu*
Sleight of Hand
Street Smarts
Knowledgeable on a vast spectrum of Galactic History, Culture and Politics due to her Master
Persuasive
Personality/Motivation:
In the short time Charuri has resided in the galaxy, she has seen some of the worst and best that it has to offer. Bearing witness to this dichotomy at a young age has given her an outlook on life different than most would have. At the crossroads presented to her she choose to embrace life instead of rejecting it for what it had done. She acknowledges that terrible things happen to good people for no good reason, that the good guys never seem to win and that life seems to have no inherent meaning. Though because of that she believes it was up to the people to find their own meaning and if that was the case why can't their meaning and actions be good for once before they all die? The teachings of her master helped influence and shape this idea into a path that could be followed with her showing great respect towards all forms of life and the values of taking and learning from these varied cultures. Despite this though with Cathar blood running through her veins she still has problems with her temper at times wanting to swing when she should speak and taunt when she should calm. These lapses in anger are troubling as they show the temptation of the darkside but through her master's unorthodox teachings she had learned ways to at least try and keep them in check.
The idea of the future is really what drives her forward. To her it was one of the most important ideas that anybody could have because it inspired hope and with it allowed one to distance himself from the darkside. She wants to take things in stride always looking at the road ahead and the ground at her feet as opposed to the mistakes behind her. She wants to appear strong to those that need her to be strong and willing to help those that need a hand. Really I guess she just wants to live up the teachings and ideals that she was brought up with and taught, to be able to look past the darkness to show that all those that died for her to live did not die in vain and their ways of life would live on.
Biography:
Charuri was born in 35 BBY on Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon. Her mother Xasyhi was one of the prized dancers (read as slave) of Zulo Funack'r Elra, a Hutt Crime Lord and leader of the Funack'r Kajidic. Her father Hasu was one of Zulo's most trusted bodyguards. The two fell in love and began a relationship that could've easily gotten them killed for going behind Zulo's back. Everything was going fine and peachy until Xasyhi accidentally became pregnant when contraceptives failed. The pair tried to hide the pregnancy for as long as possible but eventually the physical changes on Xashyi were too obvious not to notice. Outraged by the betrayal, Zulo ended up having Hasu executed out back in a dirty alleyway and his body dumped in a trash heap. But for Xasyhi, Zulo needed to set an example for the rest of his property. Once Xasyhi came to term, Zulo had all but one of her litter killed leaving her only with the runt sickly and small which would probably die in a week. But the little girl did not die and her mother would name her Charuri after her own grandmother, a great warrior and matriarch to her clan.
Growing up in the heart of a Hutt Kajidic is what one might call a somewhat different upbringing than most. Since her mother had to tend to her duties as they were as soon as the girl could walk on her own, Charuri would spent most of her time wandering the Hutt's compound on her own. Besides the rooms beyond the "Big Door" which lead down to Zulo's offices were business was conducted, Charuri had more or less free reign of the rest of the compound. During this years she was mostly obviously to what actually happened at the compound and she would realize it until much later by the time she had already been spirited away. The child's positive and adorable demeanor got her a long way with most of Zulo's staff and they would "educate" her on many topics that most children don't learn about like how to break a man's arm in one motion or what drugs when mixed together are the most lethal and other useful tidbits of information, it takes a village as they say. Though her favorite of these friends had to be the son of Zulo's head chef, a corellian boy by the name of Gren two years older than her. The two would get into many misadventures with one another sneaking around the compound at times they weren't supposed to and such.
This came to an end when Charuri was six years old in 29 BBY. The Galactic Republic after much work and joint efforts between Jedi Peacekeeper and the Judicial Forces had been able to build up a case against Zulo and the Funack'r Kajidic to bring down his criminal empire primarily for his role in helping arm the Kaleesh aggressors during the Huk War. This culminated in a raid on Zulo's compound after he refused to turn himself in peacefully. The raid was spearheaded by a Klatooinian Jedi by the name of Raonk. Since the compound was made up of many tight corridors with little large spaces beside the audience chamber, the fighting was fierce and the Republic forces had to take it room by room. Eventually though they succeeded and Zulo himself was killed in the fighting as well as Charuri's mother who had been used as a human shield and was unfortunately caught in the crossfire. Amidst this carnage and destruction was a scared, crying and very unhappy Charuri and Raonk the Jedi who had been primarily responsible for all of it, took pity on the girl and took her back with him to the Jedi Temple.
At the temple she was tested and found to be force sensitive and a good candidate to be a Jedi. Despite some fears that her upbring may lead her to temptation more easily and the fact of her advanced age she was accepted as a youngling. This readjustment period was hard for Charuri as she immediately became an outsider as most of the younglings she was with had been together since birth practically. Because of this and the fears about her past she had much more to prove and maybe because of that pushed harder all because of it. Her combat skills were fairly good as she adapted some of the tricks that she had learned on Nar Shaddaa which give her an edge. But in terms of control over the Force there was much to be desired, though her favorite classes were those by Master Yoda on the nature of the force itself which she found to be intriguing and would help shape her own beliefs. She would eventually graduate from youngling to Padawan at the age of 12 in 23 BBY when after being deemed ready by the council and after gaining the interest of Jedi Investigator and part time diplomat Feemor.
Feemor was a well respected Jedi Diplomat under the Council of Reconciliation and notable for being the first Padawan under the famous Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn whose teachings had rubbed off on him some in his own teaching styles. They said that his wisdom and compassion was some of his greatests assets and that he could end entire conflicts with one speech. The two were paired together with the intent of Feemor's teachings and ideals to help smooth out Charuri's rougher past and the Cathar tendency to strike first and ask question later. While Feemor did teach her more with lightsaber techniques and force powers later on at first he taught her things like history, culture and philosophy of species around the world mostly focused on the planet they happened to be on at the time. While at first Charuri found this tiresome she soon learned that in many ways these teaching were two fold teaching her important lessons about those subjects but also about the Jedi Code and the proper way to live life and so she began to pay closer attention to them.
The start of the Clone Wars, one year later would bring in an entirely different perspective for Charuri. While most padawans, knights and masters saw mostly of combat and fighting against the Separatists forces Feemor's position as a diplomat made her see a different side of the war. They spent their time in tight games of political intrigue and doubt in games to seal trade contracts and support before the Separatists could. During this time Feemor's more unorthodox teachings came out with his tendency to "bend" a few rules to get the job done and do good things and his more shrewd ways. During this time Feemor taught her the importance of learning and living and doing what was right no matter the consequences. He also began to teach her some more oddities in the ways of the Force including comprehend speech and Malachi to show her that conflict could be resolved without ever using your lightsaber, a memorable occasion being when he used Malachi to make a separatist diplomate throw up all over a prospective trade partner that the Republic and Separatist were dealing with and utterly destroying his chances at sealing a deal with them securing Republic Support.
In more recent years, her progress from the start of her teaching under Feemor made her look like an almost entirely different person, more centered and sure of herself and at peace with the world like a true Jedi. Feemor himself even said that someday she would make a great Diplomat if she choose to be so. Though those dreams have now seem will never come to fruition as recalled from active duty for some well earned rest back at the Temple at Coruscant they got caught in the middle of Operation Knightfall. Feemor would die defending the temple and protecting Charuri's life. The temple is burning and her world is coming tumbling down.
Secrets: Chance Encounter with Gren:
Little did Charuri know that Gren, the son of Zulo's head chef had ended up surviving the attack on the Compound and was orphaned as well. Unlike Charuri though he was never discovered by the Republic and left under a pile of rubble. He clawed his way out of the rubble and swore revenge on the Republic that had destroyed his life. Charuri would met him years later when Charuri fifteen and he was seventeen now working as a bounty hunter for the Separatists acting as a sort of Assassin. They were on a mission on Rodia to help secure a trade deal when Gren struck killing the Rodian official. Charuri and Feemor were then tasked with hunting this Assassin and bringing him in. They tracked Gren into the dense rainforests and Feemor and Charuri were separated when the edge of a cliff underneath Charuri give way and sent her tumbling into a strong river, throwing her far downstream.
She would find Gren when she was trying to regroup with Master Feemor and the two would engage in combat. The young padawan managed to just barely defeat her old friend, but she found herself unable to bring him in when the time came. She just left him defeated laying in the muddy dirt and looking up angrily as she ran to regroup with her master. She would never tell Feemor what happened and after another day of searching they decided to give up on the chase as he was deemed long gone and anyway they had a deal to finish. So Gren escaped, horrified to find out his old friend had become a Jedi working for the Republic he hated so much.
Relations: Feemor: Charuri's master, an aging human male and one time Padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn. He followed in the traditions of his master before him placing great value on the life of all things and the importance that understanding cultures allowed for peace. He helped instil these views into the next generation to follow in his footsteps including Charui. With his keen mind and willingness to learn and intermingle with new culture and peoples he was given the duty of a Jedi Investigator attached to the Diplomatic Corps. He like his master before him had the tendency to "bend" some rules in the sake of doing good but even still he was much more rooted and where his master was ostracized, yet revered by those that knew him. Feemor managed to be well respected and keep to his own code knowing when to fold his hand where his master did not.
Naat Reath: The two are at least aware of one another and their reputations. Both having been at the temple on leave for some time chance encounters cannot be avoided. Though as of now they seem to be on two entirely different spectrums.
Gren: The boy from her childhood turned assassin for hire by the separatists. Hates Jedi and Hates the Republic.
Raonk: The Jedi Peacekeeper that lead the raid to bring down the Hutt and in the process ended up rescuing her. Believed to have been killed in the aftermath of Order 66.
Worror Taldura: Charuri met Worror during the mission to Ithor, when the group using Worror Ithorian heritage and connections as well as Feemor's unique investigation skills. They worked for several months on the case with the Ithorian and in that time, Charuri got to know Worror, she liked him because he held the same views of the importance of life and learning from all cultures much in the same way that her and Feemor viewed the world. This all came to a conclusion in a series of events which lead Feemor and Charuri to swear an oath of silence to the Ithorian an oath that as new found friends they promised to keep. *only a moderate understanding, no mastery or anything like that.
@SepAnd here you go. Still fine tuning some things and have to work out the relationship section as you imagine as others start posting their own CSs but the general idea of her is here. Any questions, comments, concerns feel free to just shout em out. And if any other padawans went some friends, just holler at me as well
Jedi Padawan Charuri Rol
Name: Charuri Rol Age: 16 Species: Cathar Force Abilities:
Core Abilities
Comprehend Speech
Hibernation trance
Malacia
Non-Force Abilities:
Form I - Shii-Cho
Form III - Soresu*
Sleight of Hand
Street Smarts
Knowledgeable on a vast spectrum of Galactic History, Culture and Politics due to her Master
Persuasive
Personality/Motivation:
In the short time Charuri has resided in the galaxy, she has seen some of the worst and best that it has to offer. Bearing witness to this dichotomy at a young age has given her an outlook on life different than most would have. At the crossroads presented to her she choose to embrace life instead of rejecting it for what it had done, she rather choose to embrace it for what it could do instead. She acknowledges that terrible things happen to good people for no good reason, that the good guys never seem to win and that life seems to have no inherent meaning. Though because of that she believed it was up to the people to find their own meaning and if that was the case why can't their meaning and actions be good once before they all die? The teachings of her master helped influence and shape this idea into a path that could be followed with her showing great respect towards all forms of life and the values of taking and learning from these varied cultures. Despite this though with Cathar blood running through her veins she still has problems with her temper at times wanting to swing when she should speak and taunt when she should calm. These lapses in anger are troubling as they show the temptation of the darkside but through her master's unorthodox teachings she had learned ways to at least try and keep them in check.
The idea of the future is really what drives her forward. To her it was one of the most important ideas that anybody could have because it inspired hope and with it allowed one to distance himself from the darkside. She wants to take things in stride always looking at the road ahead and the ground at her feet as opposed to the mistakes behind her. She wants to appear strong to those that need her to be strong and willing to help those that need a hand. Really I guess she just wants to live up the teachings and ideals that she was brought up with and taught, to be able to look past the darkness to show that all those that died for her to live did not die in vain and their ways of life would live on.
Biography:
Charuri was born in 35 BBY on Nar Shaddaa, the smuggler's moon. Her mother Xasyhi was one of the prized dancers (read as slave) of Zulo Funack'r Elra, a Hutt Crime Lord and leader of the Funack'r Kajidic. Her father Hasu was one of Zulo's most trusted bodyguards. The two fell in love and began a relationship that could've easily gotten them killed for going behind Zulo's back. Everything was going fine and peachy until Xasyhi accidentally became pregnant when contraceptives failed. The pair tried to hide the pregnancy for as long as possible but eventually the physical changes on Xashyi were too obvious not to notice. Outraged by the betrayal, Zulo ended up having Hasu executed out back in a dirty alleyway and his body dumped in a trash heap. But for Xasyhi, Zulo needed to set an example for the rest of his property. Once Xasyhi came to term, Zulo had all but one of her litter killed leaving her only with the runt sickly and small which would probably die in a week. But the little girl did not die and her mother would name her Charuri after her own grandmother, a great warrior and matriarch to her clan.
Growing up in the heart of a Hutt Kajidic is what one might call a somewhat different upbringing than most. Since her mother had to tend to her duties as they were as soon as the girl could walk on her own, Charuri would spent most of her time wandering the Hutt's compound on her own. Besides the rooms beyond the "Big Door" which lead down to Zulo's offices were business was conducted, Charuri had more or less free reign of the rest of the compound. During this years she was mostly obviously to what actually happened at the compound and she would realize it until much later by the time she had already been spirited away. The child's positive and adorable demeanor got her a long way with most of Zulo's staff and they would "educate" her on many topics that most children don't learn about like how to break a man's arm in one motion or what drugs when mixed together are the most lethal and other useful tidbits of information, it takes a village as they say. Though her favorite of these friends had to be the son of Zulo's head chef, a corellian boy by the name of Gren two years older than her. The two would get into many misadventures with one another sneaking around the compound at times they weren't supposed to and such.
This came to an end when Charuri was six years old in 29 BBY. The Galactic Republic after much work and joint efforts between Jedi Peacekeeper and the Judicial Forces had been able to build up a case against Zulo and the Funack'r Kajidic to bring down his criminal empire primarily for his role in helping arm the Kaleesh aggressors during the Huk War. This culminated in a raid on Zulo's compound after he refused to turn himself in peacefully. The raid was spearheaded by a Klatooinian Jedi by the name of Raonk. Since the compound was made up of many tight corridors with little large spaces beside the audience chamber, the fighting was fierce and the Republic forces had to take it room by room. Eventually though they succeeded and Zulo himself was killed in the fighting as well as Charuri's mother who had been used as a human shield and was unfortunately caught in the crossfire. Amidst this carnage and destruction was a scared, crying and very unhappy Charuri and Raonk the Jedi who had been primarily responsible for all of it, took pity on the girl and took her back with him to the Jedi Temple.
At the temple she was tested and found to be force sensitive and a good candidate to be a Jedi. Despite some fears that her upbring may lead her to temptation more easily and the fact of her advanced age she was accepted as a youngling. This readjustment period was hard for Charuri as she immediately became an outsider as most of the younglings she was with had been together since birth practically. Because of this and the fears about her past she had much more to prove and maybe because of that pushed harder all because of it. Her combat skills were fairly good as she adapted some of the tricks that she had learned on Nar Shaddaa which give her an edge. But in terms of control over the Force there was much to be desired, though her favorite classes were those by Master Yoda on the nature of the force itself which she found to be intriguing and would help shape her own beliefs. She would eventually graduate from youngling to Padawan at the age of 12 in 23 BBY when after being deemed ready by the council and after gaining the interest of Jedi Consular Feemor
Feemor was a well respected Jedi Diplomat under the Council of Reconciliation and notable for being the first Padawan under the famous Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn whose teachings had rubbed off on him some in his own teaching styles. They said that his wisdom and compassion was some of his greatests assets and that he could end entire conflicts with one speech. The two were paired together with the intent of Feemor's teachings and ideals to help smooth out Charuri's rougher past and the Cathar tendency to strike first and ask question later. While Feemor did teach her more with lightsaber techniques and force powers later on at first he taught her things like history, culture and philosophy of species around the world mostly focused on the planet they happened to be on at the time. While at first Charuri found this tiresome she soon learned that in many ways these teaching were two fold teaching her important lessons about those subjects but also about the Jedi Code and the proper way to live life and so she began to pay closer attention to them.
The start of the Clone Wars, one year later would bring in an entirely different perspective for Charuri. While most padawans, knights and masters saw mostly of combat and fighting against the Separatists forces Feemor's position as a diplomat made her see a different side of the war. They spent their time in tight games of political intrigue and doubt in games to seal trade contracts and support before the Separatists could. During this time Feemor's more unorthodox teachings came out with his tendency to "bend" a few rules to get the job done and do good things and his more shrewd ways. During this time Feemor taught her the importance of learning and living and doing what was right no matter the consequences. He also began to teach her some more oddities in the ways of the Force including comprehend speech and Malachi to show her that conflict could be resolved without ever using your lightsaber, a memorable occasion being when he used Malachi to make a separatist diplomate throw up all over a prospective trade partner that the Republic and Separatist were dealing with and utterly destroying his chances at sealing a deal with them securing Republic Support.
In more recent years, her progress from the start of her teaching under Feemor made her look like an almost entirely different person, more centered and sure of herself and at peace with the world like a true Jedi. Feemor himself even said that someday she would make a great Diplomat if she choose to be so. Though those dreams have now seem will never come to fruition as recalled from active duty for some well earned rest back at the Temple at Coruscant they got caught in the middle of Operation Knightfall. Feemor would die defending the temple and protecting Charuri's life. The temple is burning and her world is coming tumbling down.
Secrets:
Chance Encounter with Gren:
Little did Charuri know that Gren, the son of Zulo's head chef had ended up surviving the attack on the Compound and was orphaned as well. Unlike Charuri though he was never discovered by the Republic and left under a pile of rubble. He clawed his way out of the rubble and swore revenge on the Republic that had destroyed his life. Charuri would met him years later when Charuri fifteen and he was seventeen now working as a bounty hunter for the Separatists acting as a sort of Assassin. They were on a mission on Rodia to help secure a trade deal when Gren struck killing the Rodian official. Charuri and Feemor were then tasked with hunting this Assassin and bringing him in. They tracked Gren into the dense rainforests and Feemor and Charuri were separated when the edge of a cliff underneath Charuri give way and sent her tumbling into a strong river, throwing her far downstream.
She would find Gren when she was trying to regroup with Master Feemor and the two would engage in combat. The young padawan managed to just barely defeat her old friend, but she found herself unable to bring him in when the time came. She just left him defeated laying in the muddy dirt and looking up angrily as she ran to regroup with her master. She would never tell Feemor what happened and after another day of searching they decided to give up on the chase as he was deemed long gone and anyway they had a deal to finish. So Gren escaped, horrified to find out his old friend had become a Jedi working for the Republic he hated so much.
Relations: Naat Reath: The two are at least aware of one another and their reputations. Both having been at the temple on leave for some time chance encounters cannot be avoided. Though as of now they seem to be on two entirely different spectrums.
Gren: They boy from her childhood turned assassin for hire by the separatists. Hates Jedi and Hates the Republic.
Raonk: The Jedi Peacekeeper that lead the raid to bring down the Hutt and in the process ended up rescuing her. Believed to have been killed in the aftermath of Order 66.
*only a moderate understanding, no mastery or anything like that.
And after much deliberation, discussion and nearly a day of editing while slowly driving @Gowi insane. I present to you ladies and gentlemen in this corner; weighing in at 235 lbs, standing at a solid 6'3", the hero of Earth, the last son of Krypton and the Man of Steel himself. Iosif Vissarionovich Stalin I mean Superman!
"According to the word of God, the meek would someday inherit the earth. Someday. But God never accounted for the mighty."
| Identity |
Kal-El
Clark Joseph Kent
The Man of Steel
Defender of Earth
Superman
| Origin & Backstory |
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. ~ William Butler Yeats
Orbiting a red dwarf star some fifty light-years distant from Earth named Rao, the planet Krypton was once very much like our world. The Green Lantern Corps have dubbed Krypton's sector of space 2813 (Earth's being 2814) and was under the protection of Green Lantern Tomar-Re when it was destroyed. Krypton's primordial era produced some of the most dangerous organisms in the Universe. It was for this reason that Krypton was chosen as the place to create Doomsday through forced evolution. Doomsday was an infant who was released into the dangerous environment of prehistoric Krypton and killed, the surviving and strongest genetic matter was cloned and re-released so the process could be repeated until the resulting being was powerful enough to survive.
He became too strong, he killed most of the planet's population before clinging to a cargo ship fleeing the planet and went into space with nothing but a strong primal hatred of all life. Doomsday escaped Krypton via a ship that regularly came to deliver supplies to his creator, Bertron, who he also killed and went on a killing spree across several planets. Doomsday faced the Green Lantern Corps, killing several hundred of them, but was ultimately defeated by the alien hero Radiant and entombed. Since it was deemed that keeping them on their planet would be an insult, Doomsday was sent into space, at which time he eventually landed on Earth, tomb and all. Up until its destruction, many dangerous animals, including ferrophage moles, still existed on Krypton.
Krypton during its Golden Age became an expanding empire that conquered other planets across the galaxy. The Kryptonian military was lead by Admiral Dru-Zod the First who commanded entire fleets of ships, seeking world's ripe for conquest. Some three-hundred years ago, Admiral Zod's capital ship, the Doomsday crash-landed on Earth in the region that would eventually become known as Texas. His Sunstone ship lie buried beneath the ground for centuries. Soon, the Kryptonian Empire was dismantled after the Kryptonian high council decided that their methods were too aggressive. So, ended Krypton's Golden Age.
But as Kryptonian civilization flourished, the planet turned towards isolationism. Space exploration was abandoned as Krypton quarantined itself from the surrounding galaxy. All Kryptonians were unable to leave their planet or they would die instantly. This was the result of the Eradicator altering their genetic codes of Kryptonians to keep them planet-bound after a group of them left Krypton to explore and colonize other planets. The Eradicator punished these Kryptonians by altering their genetic codes to be vulnerable to lead, which resulted in the Daxamites.
It was at this time that the young scientist Jor-El and his brother, Zor-El was both born. By their adult years, Jor-El became a high-ranking member of the Kryptonian Science Council and had a wife Lara Van, from the Labor Guild, while his brother Zor-El became married to Alura Ze, and had a daughter named Kara-El. Jor-El was a protege of the eminent scientist known as Non and together they discovered that Krypton was suffering from severe geological disturbances - disturbances that threatened to destroy the entire planet. Jor-El brought his concerns to the Science Council, but they dismissed his assertions as a vehicle of paranoia and discord. Jor-El and Lara even soon had a son named Kal-El.
Many years ago, the penal system of the planet Krypton sentenced their criminals by placing them in suspended animation. Jor-El discovered the existence of the Phantom Zone and introduced it as an alternative means of imprisonment. He had little knowledge of the true inner workings of the zone, but believed that it was a more humane form of punishment over that which they had previously employed. He developed a projection device that could send and retrieve people into the zone with the simple flick of a switch. The first prisoner to be exiled to the Phantom Zone was the renegade scientist Jax-Ur. Jax-Ur, a former colleague of Jor-El's, was responsible for destroying Krypton's moon during an attempt at interstellar space travel. When the moon was destroyed, a lunar colony of Kandor was lost as well, drawing the attention of the Coluan villain Brainiac to Kandor. Brainiac, also known as Vril Dox I, was a Coluan scientist.
At some point, he cloned himself to get a lab assistant; the clone would later be called Vril Dox II. He acquired a spaceship and went on a journey through space, acquiring knowledge and using his robotic drones to capture living organisms of various alien species. Along the way, he came to Krypton, and kidnapped the entire city of Kandor, miniaturizing it in his spaceship, while Jor- El 's brother, Zor-El and his family stayed behind at Argo City. An elite military unit, called Black Zero, commanded by General Zod's wife, Ursa was killed attempting to defend Kandor from Brainiac, except Ursa herself. Brainiac also created a remote scout unit, which was programmed to think it was the original Vril Dox. After Brainiac's attack, Zor-El created a force-field around Argo City using a Braniac Probe. Over a short expanse of time, the Kryptonian Science Council began exiling the worst of the planet's criminals into the zone, the most famous of which was the military insurrectionist General Zod.
General Zod, the descendent of Admiral Zod, gained prominence in the Kryptonian Military Guild for his heroic, though futile, efforts to protect the city of Kandor from Braniac, however lost credibility however when he defected from the Kryptonian Defence Council, along with his wife Ursa, after they had been instructed to arrest Jor-El and Non after they both had made sensationalistic claims of Krypton's pending destruction. But, suddenly Non was abducted by the Kryptonian Science Council for continuing the claims and was brainwashed, lobotomized, and turned into a brutish, mute savage by the Council to be silent. When Zod, Ursa, and Jor-El found out, both Zod and Ursa sided with Jor-El. But, they and Non was arrested and tried for acts of sedition. They were sentenced to spend eternity in the Phantom Zone, where they would continue to exist as disembodied wraiths by Jor-El, which lead to their revenge against him and his heirs.
Jor-El was later threatened by the Science Council with harsh penalty of exile to the very Phantom Zone he himself had discovered if he were to make public his predictions of their planet's imminent doom or otherwise attempt to "create a climate of panic." So he decided to create a star-drive ship designed for his only son, Kal-El, to escape the planet and its people's fate. Also, Jor-El had created a serum that he invented that would allow a Kryptonian to leave the planet safely; which he gave to his son Kal-El upon leaving for Earth. He also had his family dog in his household, Krypto used for a test flight of the rocket that would carry baby Kal-El to Earth.
But, before he could do so, Jor-El explored the galaxy in search of a suitable planet and sent out dozens of probes designed to collect various data. His research revealed that Kryptonians living in a yellow-star system developed enhanced physical characteristics including super-strength, speed and agility. One of Jor-El's probes landed on the planet Earth where it was discovered by motorist Thomas Wayne while he was on a drive with a pregnant Martha. When Thomas touched the probe, his consciousness was instantly transported to Krypton where he met Jor-El so that Jor-El could better learn what kind of world Earth was to help him decide which of many possible candidates he should sent his son to. Although their meeting was brief, Jor-El developed a fondness and respect for Thomas Wayne. Thomas tells Jor-El that the people of Earth aren't perfect, but are essentially a good and kind race, who would raise the child right. He decided that Earth would be the perfect planet for his son to be raised.
Finally internal pressures in Krypton's volatile core led to its destruction. Within a period of time, Jor-El's worst nightmares came to pass. Massive earthquakes erupted across the planet and Krypton literally shook in its death-throes. With little time to spare, Jor-El and Lara placed baby Kal-El into his rocket ship and sent him towards Earth. Meanwhile, Brainiac returned to consume Argo City. Krypto was too sent to Earth, but his rocket was blown off course and drifted in space for many years until the rocket picked up the signal from Kal-El's rocket that landed on Earth. Krypton exploded and everyone on the planet, including Jor-El, Lara, and the Kryptonian Science Council were killed. Now, all that remains is dust.
"Each time I think I've made a connection with someone... once they find out what I can do, whether it's hours or days later, everything changes. Invariably they freak. They get retroactively paranoid, wondering what else Clark Kent is hiding from them."
Kal-El's ship would eventually find its way down to Earth and crash into a field in Kansas. It was here that Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent would find him. The two desperately wishing for children of their own but never able to have any due to medical complications took Kal-El in as their own hiding the remnants of his ship inside of their barn to protect him from the truth. Here Kal-El would gain his new name, a name of earth. Clark Joseph Kent. Here in the rural town of Smallville, Clark would grow up and spend the years of his childhood.
Despite his parents attempts to keep his identity a secret throughout his early school career his Kryptonian heritage came into display. The earliest being when he was a small child and playing with blocks where his small hands crushed the wood material in his hands down to a fine dust not knowing the extent of his power. This came to head at the end of grade six where in the midst of a swift and terrible summer swell his School Bus went off the side of an old bridge and went plummeting into the water. Clark blacked out at the time but a few on the bus remembered what happened including two of his close childhood friends Lana Lang and Pete Ross. After these events Kal-El's parents were forced to come to terms with the fact that they couldn't just keep hiding his heritage and the truth from their son. Though Martha and Jonathan did have arguments over it with Jonathan worried about what would happen once the truth went public and would they fear his son, condemn him.
None the less though two days after the Bus incident his father brought him into the barn where the remnants of his crashed ship remained all these years. Jonathan told him the truth about how he fell from the sky, wrapped in a cape one summer afternoon. Despite feeling that the act would tear his son away from him, he handed him his grandfather's cape that had been kept in the capsule ever since. It was the first time Clark had ever touched something from Krypton and it felt alien and yet like home Clark actually being brought to tears because of the event. Jonathan then sat his son down and told him what needed to be done. That his parents loved him but the rest of the world may not understand what he was and they might hate him for it. So that he would have to keep his true past a secret what little information he did know and try and keep his powers underneath wraps.
After this and for the remaining years of public education he would become torn about his fate. With so little answers and many more questions he wondered who he was and what he was. He wondered where he came from and why he was sent to Earth. He wondered why his real parents had left him, did they truly not love him? During this time he also began to act out against the wishes of his father more and try and fight what little crime there was in the surrounding Kansas Area while wearing a hoodie to conceal his face. Though this would come to an end shortly before he graduated High School when he hit a man trying to rob a woman n and ended up putting the man into a coma and having the woman he had just saved run away from him in fear. He had a semi-serious relationship with Lana Lang and even reviled his powers to her but Clark's distance put the relationship into tremendous strain and they broke up. Lana would end up dating and marrying Clark's other friend Peter later on. During this time he was also visited by the heros of the future the Legion of Super Heroes soon after the incident with the mugger to restore his confidence and assure him that everything would be okay. They told him that he would be the hero of an Earth worth fighting for and that in their time he was to become one the greatest legends in the entire galaxy. Leaving him once again with more questions than answers.
Still unsure of his future, Clark on athletic and academic prowess got into Metropolitan University where he decided to study Journalism. He figured if he couldn't use his powers for good, he may be able to help in another way by telling the truth. His time at the university would be well met meeting many varied individuals including fellow Journalism student Louis Lane. Through internships and hard work he ended up gaining the attention of one Perry White the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet. The DP was Metropolis' prominent newspapers and one of the more respected press sources on the American East Coast. Mr. White impressed with Clark's writings and his levels of commitment signed him on as a reporter along with fellow Metropolitan U graduate Louis Lane. Clark would travel across america and the globe for a few years after college reporting on the issues that plagued society while trying to terms with his destiny.
Though he would be called home in late 2001 to tragic news. Jonathan Kent had been mortally wounded in a car crash. Clark arrived with his adoptive father on his deathbed. Here Jonathan maybe in his old age and maybe in his final moments told his son a different take on life. That he should not hide his powers because of the fear of being afraid, that Clark had to be the one that saved them all. After Jonathan's passing, a somber and worn out Clark walked through his old house retracing old footsteps unsure and angry at himself for not being there. Searching for old comforts he walked into his old room and there on a bed much too small for him lay a suit of some sort, Blue, Red and Yellow, emblazoned with an S just his size another of the artifacts of Krypton that had been stored away in the Pod. On it was a note from his adoptive father that read very simply.
Dear Clark;
I'm Proud of You. ~~ And thus Superman was born
"It is a remarkable dichotomy. In many ways, Clark is the most human of us all. Then... he shoots fire from the skies and it is difficult not to think of him as a god. And how fortunate we all are that it does not occur to him."
And so in the shadows of one of America's greatest tragedies, Superman returned to Metropolis. He saw the city with a new lense one that was dark and seedy rife with crime and enshrouded it with darkness and he would be the light to cast away that darkness. He started out small donning his iconic costume only at night and dealing with minor thugs, gang bangers and drug pushers. Though even with this soon rumors began to accumulate of some man in a cape saving everyday citizens from danger with amazing powers. This was prompted by shaking camera footage of his antics posted on the Internet on forums documenting the rise of this new wave of heroes like Batman and himself. Slowly the people of Metropolis became more and more aware of their mysterious hero and soon he decided it was time to make his grand entrance. The time came during an attempted robbery of the Metropolis National Trust. Out from above the sky fast as a speeding bullet he came and without any effort stopped the robbers 18 wheeler truck with nothing more than an open fist. His appearance became some of the biggest news in the country as everyone wondered who was the superman? This included Metropolis Police Commissioner William "Bill" Henderson and the one and only Lex Luthor.
Lex Luthor was the billionaire scientists and engineer responsible for the foundation of LexCorp. Using his highly developed background in Science, Engineering and Business as well as the connections of an upper class bringing he started out with five employees and these days has over five thousand. Starting out as a aerospace engineering firm, LexCorp would end up becoming a producer of what Luthor coined as "Future Technologies" experimenting in everything from genetics, computer science, biological engineering and everything in between. Following the hostile takeover of almost all of the other major companies in Metropolis, Luthor ended up becoming one of the richest men in the world and the heart of Metropolis making sure everything flowed and just the way he liked it. And nobody was the wiser that underneath it all it was just a front to run of the world's largest criminal empires. The rise of this filthy alien would be a hindrance to Luthor's plans. So Luthor drummed up the populace against the Man of Steel portraying him and his deeds as dangerous and reckless and that some "alien" such as himself had no place in the affairs of business. Some believed him and it did not help when Luthor much to the disgust of Bill Henderson got the Metropolis PD under his payroll and had them declare Superman as a clear and present danger to society.
Yet most of the public rallied behind him as a hero and defender of the city despite Luthor's wishes. He would stop other crimes including a terrorist plot put forth to blow up the Daily Planet Building, stopping a brewing gang war in its tracks as well as dealing the the assassins that unknowing to him that Luthor had sent after him to attempt to deal with him and also to gauge the Man of Steel's own strength. Eventually though he would gain the trust of the American People after he defeated Metal-Zero an anti-Superman weapon that almost destroyed all of Metropolis and stopped the evil Brainiac from taking over Metropolis. He was revered as a hero of the people and was christened as the first of America and the world's new wave of heroes. During this time he also confronted Lex Luthor in his office and there Luthor explained that despite his success and heroics when it all goes wrong that he was going to be the one they blame. And that when he fell Luthor would be the one to pick up the pieces and rearrange them as he saw fit.
"You can't wear a mask Clark. When people see you and can see the things you can do, the power you have, they'll be terrified. They need to be able to look into your eyes, see your face, so that they can see the decency and kindness that's always there and know they have nothing to be afraid of."
Following the events of so called "Year One", Superman would end up fighting more crime in Metropolis as more heroes and supervillains began popping up around the world. He would end up making new allies as well such as Jimmy Olsen, a new reporter at the Daily Planet and close confidant of the Man of Steel. Krypto after a long sojourn stuck in space would eventually crash down to Earth and reunited with last of House El. It was also a time of great darkness as Superman was first confronted with Darkseid, ruler of Apokolips. After a brief brawl Darkseid teleported Superman to his realm of Apokolips. Superman stuck in this dark and strange world attempted to start a rebellion leading those oppressed by the ruler to try and topple him and his regime. But Darkseid proved too strong and the rebellion was crushed though in the process, Superman was able to return home. Having his real taste of defeat, Superman promised to become stronger to deal with the darkness that threatened earth,
Superman was shocked to meet a being calling herself Supergirl, someone who first appeared similar to Lana Lang. Supergirl explained she was from a Pocket Universe and pleaded with Superman to help save her world. Superman agreed and met the Lex Luthor of that universe, a benevolent scientist responsible for creating the Matrix Supergirl. He explained that The Pocket Universe exists solely so that the Legion of Superheroes can come there from the future.
Superman left for the 30th Century and in an attempt to help save the day Luthor accidentally released General Zod, Faora, and Quex-Ul, three Kryptonian criminals, from the Phantom Zone. The Kryptonians proceeded to destroy the atmosphere of the Pocket Earth, killing everyone on the planet, save for a handful that Lex protected in Smallville. Superman was unable to stop them from killing the rest, Superman in a deep rage exposed the criminals to gold Kryptonite, taking away their powers, and then decides they must be punished for their crimes -- he exposes them to green Kryptonite, killing them. After burying Maxtrix he leaves the pocket dimension now only a world of death.
The guilt of taking life would weigh heavily on Superman's shoulder . Superman mostly out of guilt would fall into a moderate psychological breakdown, and began fighting crime in the guise of Gangbuster. Long time vigliante and superhero, Guardian discovers this after a brief fight. Superman decides after what he's done that he has to leave Earth.
After several adventures in outer space, Superman is captured by Warworld and confronts Mongul for the first time. He meets the Cleric and encounters the Eradicator. Superman is pitted against Draaga in Warwold's arena, and when he refuses to kill Draaga, Mongul attacks Superman. Superman is saved from Mongul by the Cleric, who teleported him away. Superman accepted the Eradicator device from the Cleric, who died shortly after of wounds received from his mistakes thereafter, and deposes Mongul as the ruler of Warworld. Draaga becomes the leader of Warworld, but is humiliated by his defeat at Superman's hands of steel. Tired he returned home back to Earth.
"You must not count on a Superman to patch up your lives every time."
The prodigal son's return was met with little hurrahs or fanfare. Tired and disillusioned he tried to find his way back to normal life but found it difficult. His life as Clark Kent seemed so far beyond him now and the life ahead of him was clouded in darkness. He saw it all in front of him, all the gears and machinery connecting the big devices of life together and he saw that it was corroding. Despite anything he did every time he would put a villain behind bars another would rise in his place. Was he even fit to be the Superman anymore with blood upon his hands and the failure to save those he would of called his friends? Well life had funny ways of getting people out of ruts and Superman's came in the form of a ship long lost in space feeling from a destroyed world.
Kara-El had landed on Earth
Discovered and intercepted by Superman, Clark would find Kara, a girl about 10 to twelve years of age confused and with all of her senses absorbing the effects of Earth’s particular atmosphere and solar connection whilst awakened by a strange man bearing the symbol of her house on his chest; not a pleasant introduction at all. It would turn out that time would mend all wounds and the experience of at least having somebody that was of the House of El beside her would make it all the more easier. However this would come with consequences as her landing did not go unnoticed as SHIELD’s extraterrestrial division called SWORD, and Lex Luthor himself would investigate. Clark had to act quickly to get the girl out of there before either Sword or Luthor got her. So he got the hell out of Dodge, avoiding the SWORD response team but not before Luthor could witness the Superman flying away with a girl in his arms... a most interesting sight indeed.
Clark then ran aground trying to figure out what to do next. He couldn't figure out exactly what to do with the Girl; nobody he knew as Clark would work and Martha was out of the question as well since despite being a strong woman in her advanced age she would be unable to handle the young girl as she began to adopt to her full powers. He couldn't just abandon her or send her somewhere far away and leave her alone and confused on an alien world and he couldn't let her become a test subject for Luthor or SWORD. As he weighed his options it became apparent that only one was truly left for him, taking the girl under his wing.
It has been two months since then and has been a sort of learning experience for the both of them. Clark has slowly been getting back into the groove of things on Earth battling the Villains of tomorrow today. But he's still unable to shake the doubts from his mind as a new darkness approaches threatening to consume Metropolis and the world. To face the darkness ahead he knows he will not be able to go at it alone....
| Attributes |
Superhuman Strength: The exact limits of Superman's strength is unknown, but he has been shown as capable of lifting far in excess of one billion tons.
Invulnerability: His body is nigh-invulnerable due to his superhumanly dense cellular and anatomical structure as well as his radiating bio-electrical aura.
Longevity: Superman can live almost indefinitely if he resides under continuous exposure of Earth's sunlight.
Superhuman Stamina: He has the ability to maintain continuous physical actions for an undefined period. Clark is shown to have unlimited stamina if he is consistently exposed to Earth sunlight.
Flight: Superman is capable of flying at supersonic speeds in a planetary atmosphere and at faster-than-light speeds while in space.
Superhuman Speed: He is capable of moving, reacting, running and flying at superhuman speeds. While not as fast as the Flash on a planet, Superman can fly at speeds faster than light and is considered one of the fastest beings in the universe.
Superhuman Hearing: Superman has incredible hearing at extreme variances of sound and pitch frequency, allowing him to pick up noises from across the globe.
Super Smell: On various occasions, Superman has demonstrated that his sense of smell is significantly enhanced to the point he can smell odors across the entire planet.
Self-Sustenance: He does not need to eat or sleep doesn't require oxygen to breathe enabling him to travel in space and underwater unprotected.
Healing Factor: Superman has been shown to have an accelerated "healing factor" enabling him to heal almost instantaneously from most wounds.
Super-Breath: Superman can create hurricane force winds by blowing, and also chill his breath to freeze a target. He can also breathe in large amounts of air to dispel clouds of gas by exhaling it.
Heat Vision: Superman can fire beams of intense heat from his eyes.
Super Vision: Superman also possesses a superior sensory arrangement of visual capabilities. Electro-magnetic Spectrum Vision: He can see into all of the EM Spectrum. Superman can see and identify radio/television and any and all broadcast/transmitted frequencies, allowing him to avoid detection through radar or satellite monitoring methods.
Telescopic Vision: The ability to focus his vision to see something at a great distance, without violating the laws of physics. Microscopic Vision: The ability to see extremely small objects and images down to the sub atomic level.
X-Ray Vision: The ability to see through anything except lead. Since it is passive, this ability would not generate harmful radiation in the same manner as a focused projection of hard X-rays.
| Character Notes |
This bustling metropolis on the Eastern Seaboard is the current home of Superman. An economic center and well known for its many science firms that have their corporate HQs in their towering skyscrapers. The people of Metropolis have openly welcomed Superman as their savior. Home of the Daily Planet as well as LexCorp. Lex Luthor's control over the city is less than subtlety expressed with LexCorp logos and Lexcorp stores dominating the city streets. While the emergence of Superman has brought down small crime, the rise of Super Villains emerging his increased.
Krypto: House El's family dog sent into space along with Superman at a young age. The two reunited together after Krypto crash landed on Earth.
Lois Lane: One of the Daily Planet's premier reporters and friend and associate of Clark Kent. May have the hots for Superman.
Jimmy Olsen: Junior Reporter at the Daily Planet and Lois Lane's partner. After he began taking pictures of Superman's heroics the two met and hit it off with Jimmy becoming one of the man of steel's close confidents. Little did Jimmy know that Superman was also one of his other idols in the journalistic world Clark Kent.
Perry White: The Editor in Chief of the Daily Planet and the boss of Clark Kent
Lana Lang: Childhood friend of Clark and former romantic fling, one of the only people that know that Superman is Clark Kent. Married to Pete Ross.
Pete Ross: Another old friend of Clark and husband of Lana Lang, small town politician in Kansas.
Martha Kent: Clarke's adoptive mother and one of his biggest supporters, a kind elderly woman who is a lot smarter than she lets on.
William "Bill" Henderson: Police Commissioner of Metropolis.
Kara-El: Superman's niece, after crash landing on Earth she is currently staying with The Man of Steel
Lex Luthor: Brilliant Scientist, one of the smartest men in the entire world, owner of one of the three most successful business in the world. Hates Superman, a lot.
Darkseid: Ruler of Apokolips, New God, Really angry and really bad.
Mongul: Ruler of Warworld, displaced by Superman and looking for revenge.
Eradicator: Another survivor of Krypton kept alive by the kindness of the Cleric. Fought in the arena at War World where Superman managed to defeat him and earn equal parts rage and respect from the warrior. Whenver he appears chaos is bound to follow
Will be updated as we go along
| Character Goals |
I will be the first person to admit that writing for Superman is really damn challenging. This mainly stems from the fact that when you have basically a nigh immortal god, making him relatable to us puny humans comes as an issue. Why should we feel bad for the man that bullets bounce off of and that can benchpress the Earth if he wanted? Well usually it is done in one of two ways either you ramp up the scale like some action movie always going for bigger explosions, to make him feel small and tiny you need to make your villana bigger and bigger to make him see inconsequential. This is a proven way of doing things and it is a reason why things like the Doomsday arc were so well received. Or you can go the other way and take things from a more psychological perspective, of a deeper analysis of this god-like figure and how he reacts and reflects the society he is in. See Superman: Red Sun and All Star Superman and these were always the stories I found more interesting.
What I can say about Superman or the planned structure I have for him is one of growth and acceptance. Something of a coming of age tale if you want to call it that or more likely a coming to acceptance tale. Allowing a Superman still very much young and experienced to be able to find how to become the hero that his father always wanted him to be. While of course being open to other collaborative arcs with other heroes and the eventual creation of the Justice League if that ever happens as well as a collaboration mixing somebody's idea for Supergirl coughgowicough. I can't promise that I will write the best Superman story ever told, if I did say that I would by lying to you. But what I can say is that this is a story I've been dying to tell and if you let me I'll do it as much justice to it as I can.
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