Hexaflexagon

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Imagine if you will a great cord stretching across the galaxy from one expansive spiral arm to the other thousands of lightyears away. Now imagine if that cord snaps under extreme pressure, the shock wave being sent out throughout the void rumbling past all that stood in its wake. The climatic events that would make up the first few hours of Order 66 were just such a rope proving how fragile it all could very well be. Using one command, Palpatine would singlehandedly change the face of the galaxy for years to come. Even those remotely attuned to the Force would feel its effects as it's entirety seemed to tremble and shake, those more attuned feeling almost as if their heads had been dunked into molten carbonite.

Feemor had of course felt it, the change in the air and the sudden shiver running down his spine. It was an odd sensation one that he could only place one other time in his life and that was when his old master had died on Naboo all those years ago. Ever so suddenly he did not feel like a Master of the Jedi Order, a General of the Grand Army of the Republic or a Negotiator of immense skill. He felt very little and very cold in a vastly immeasurable galaxy. The very fragile structure that they had so fiercely been trying to preserve over the course of this turbulent war had finally given way. He turned to his padawan Charuri who was looking back at him with an uncertainty in her eyes hand reflexively reaching towards her lightsaber. She must have felt it as well, how could she have not felt such a thing? She was patiently waiting for a response from her Master, looking upon the almost alien visage of shock open his face. But a moment passed and his soon recollected itself as he quickly found his own center once more.

“Let’s move Charuri and quickly.” His voice had none of the humor or calmness that his padawan had been accustomed to. It felt like he was far on the horizon with a great storm separating the pair. Had she suspected at least some words of comfort? Maybe that it was some fluke, that whatever had just happened wasn't as bad as it seemed, that everything was going to be okay. But of course the Force did not have flukes, such a wound could only mean the worst had come and with it a terrible darkness. So she followed her Master matching his footfalls in the sparsely occupied halls of the temple, echoes bouncing of high and lonely walls almost sullenly. They passed a few other pairs of Jedi all moving in the same direction as them all seemingly stirred by what they had all sensed. The members of the Temple Security Force which had been patrolling in higher numbers after the attack on Coruscant, if not sensing the effects on the Force they at least had seen the urgency in their Jedi allies.

The outer walls shook as what felt like several starships all at once buzzed dangerous close to the temple walls and around towards the front entrance. Following this was a great overwhelm presence of the Dark Side something that clung to Feemor’s heart as it was slowly approaching the temple threatening to consume it. It made sense, most of the experienced members of the order were spread out across the galaxy, those that remained at the temple were mostly the young and the old with a few veterans of the war intermixed between them. To attack them now would not just cripple the Republic but the lifeline of the entire Jedi Order, thousands of years of learning, knowledge, and tradition eradicated within hours. Chauri looked at her master as they progressed now going from a determined walk to a slow jog as she spoke. “Master.... where are we going?”

“Towards the High Council Tower. As of recently Master Shaak Ti had been put in charge of the defense of the Temple due to recent concerns. It would be the most ideal place to form a temporary command post as needed.” Feemor explained calmly, the fear having been washed away through mental fortitude and replaced with a statue like form of determination.

“A command post? You don’t think that the Separatists would attack us here would they?” And if almost on cue another cord was cut as the Gatekeeper fell outside. Following almost moments later by a large explosion that rumbled through the temple. The pair stopped for a moment and listened as blaster fire began echoing through the halls towards the entrance of the temple. The pair looked at each other and without needed works broke into full sprints added by the force to cover more distance at a much more rapid pace.

By the time they reached the entrance to the High Council Tower the surrounding area was already filled with activity as the sounds of battle raged far ahead of them still at the entrance. The Security Forces were already in full motion and groups of knights, padawans and masters alike were rushing forward towards the sounds of battle while others were setting up defensive positions to hold the line where they were. It was surprising to see how quickly they had all responded to the crisis but they were still so few and judging from the sounds the force attacking was much, much bigger. They were most likely heading to reinforce vital locations up ahead such as the archives to protect the knowledge stored within. As Feemor made a move towards the entrance of the Tower itself where beyond the threshold she could see important looking people all talking and preparing, he made a motion for Charuri to stay.

Charuri looked about and noticed a group of younglings sitting against a wall a look of confusion up their faces. They couldn't of been more than five or six years old at the best. She noticed one of them a small Barabel boy looking up in fear with tears coming down his small reptilian face. Charuri not content to just sit around approached him and went on one knee so she could face him more directly with a smile on her face she asked him trying to mask her own uncertainty. “Hey what's the matter kid?”

The little reptilian looked at her and with a quivering voice spoke. “Well we were sleeping and then the guards came in and got us all out of our bunks really quick and stuff. They didn't act normal either they wouldn't smile or anything. And Master Rashi she wasn't the same either..... she didn't smile or tell us any jokes or anything. Then there was this big explosion and we were told to wait here and Master Rashi said she would be right back.... but she’s not.”

“Oh don’t worry kid. I’m sure Master Rashi is just fine, she’s a Jedi like me and maybe like you some day that means she is really strong and is going to protect you right? So come on you gotta be confident for her and for the rest of your friends!” Charuri spoke as calmly and warmly as possible as she wiped a tear off of the child’s face. The Barabel child nodded slowly and a sense of determination spread across his face.

“Thanks Lady.... My name is Serdn by the way.”

“And mine is Charuri Rol and I’m going to be the awesome Padawan that make sures none of the bad guys get you.” And at the time the sound of footsteps made Charuri turn around as she saw Feemor approaching her. His face was grave looking almost as if he had seen a ghost as he approached. As she did she stood up and left the younglings and approached her master who ushered her towards the hallway that lead to the sounds of fighting. Charuri was the first to speak up. “And so what are our orders master?”

Feemor looked at his padawan so confident and reassured even with the looming darkness getting closer and almost smiled envying her ability. He let out a small sigh as he spoke to her quietly. “Currently there are two present objectives, One group is to head towards the archives and reinforce them to launch a counteroffensive. The other group is to assure the successful evacuation of all younglings, nonessential personnel and noncombatants out of the temple.”

“Do you know who is attacking us Master?” Charuri asked wondering how the Separatists had snuck a droid army in under their noses. Feemor looked into the distance before he spoke and when he did it was not an answer but another question.

“Charuri do you know of a way out of the temple that would not draw much attention?” Charuri nodded in response. Back in her younger years she had been assigned work with one of the requisition officers working within the Temple, because of that she knew of the intricate system of supply tunnels meant to ferry cargo beneath the bowels of the temple, they had many access ports which if knowing the correct controls and path could lead a person straight out into the undercity. “Good, then envision that path in your head and if it comes to it when I say run you follow it to the very best of your abilities not stopping for anything. Please do this for me my padawan.”

“Of course Master, but you didn't answer my question who is attacking us?” Charuri explained looking up at Feemor concerned. He never just called her padawan unless things were very grave and very important. He hated the formal naming conventions, he felt it separated the members of the order too much and put too many unnecessary boundaries.

“We managed.... to get some footage from Security before the connection was cut off.. It’s the clones Charuri being lead by one wielding a lightsaber. The clones are attacking the temple.” Charuri was expecting this to be some sort of joke, it didn't make sense. They had fought with the clones against the republic, they shouldn't be attacking each other. It had to be a mistake, the cameras must have glitched out or something but sadly it was not the case.

“So what do we do now?” Though in her heart Charuri already knew the answer that was coming.

“What else? We hold the line.”

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Luthor
Once Hex shows up and confirms it is kosher than I am down with it. I need to talk to you about Luthor in the case I finish up White Tiger (or drop another character) and take a stab at Supergirl though.

@Gowi

Everything looks good on my end. Sorry for the late response.

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@HenryJonesJr

| Identity |
Alexander “Lex” Luthor II

@HenryJonesJr

Nah, nah I kid, I kid. I'm in the middle of finishing some paperwork up but when I have a second I'll look it over.
The one thing I will say I'm anticipating, is if we ever get around to 2008.

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March 23^rd, 2005
?, 5:15 AM

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When John awoke in the early hours of dawn in the field of wild grasses, his breath was ragged and cold sweat had formed on his brow. His clothes were damp and clutched to him like an unrelenting lover - a combination of morning dew and the rains that had came pouring down atop of him with a righteous fury. A less knowledgeable man might of thought that God was angry with him or something. John of course knew that God was too busy dealing with every other problem under the sun than to bother with the affairs of one Constantine. Or that was the deal at least.

In the dream or more accurately the nightmare that he had awoken from, he had been suspended in a dark void stretching infinitely outwards. The chill alone felt like enough to kill a man as if it could seep through the skin and freeze his damn innards. He stayed like that for awhile, until a translucent blue the color of a winter’s ice appeared on the horizon. Unable to move he was fixed into place as the glow began to spread watching it with vague curiosity until it washed upon him. Upon contact the blue was no longer blue, but something akin to clear glass. He found himself like a bird suspended above London but all was not right, thick smoke filled the skies and festered about him like maggots in an open wound, the harsh red glow of raging fires below. The screaming was probably the worst of it, terrible inhuman yells of pain and suffering all rushing for open occupancies inside of his head. Then the scene pulled back as he continued rushing upwards and he saw the rest of Europe was ablaze with the same fire and destruction. Further still he went and the earth itself was ablaze and across the way beyond the edge of the vast sphere, a form sat inhuman in its proportions. One of its large continent sized eyes fell upon John and seemed to ripped his very soul from its foundation and then nothing. It was all gone and he was left back in the void, nothing more and nothing less.

With the grey lights of the early dawn he rose to his feet brushing the strands of grass and flecks of dirt that clung to his jacket. He sagged his shoulder feeling bones pop as they realigned. Another reminder that he wasn’t as young as he used to be. He fished inside of his jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled and bent white cylinder held close to the body like some sort of precious gem to protect it from the rain. Popping it between his teeth he looked around momentarily before snapping his fingers, causing a small flame to appear and light the edge. He took a deep breath filling the smoke fill his lungs as he observed the countryside. The rolling countryside stretched out before him, void of life except for the occasional cawing of some bird out to find the morning catch. He pulled his jacket closer to his body to fend against the early spring frost as he made his way away from the scraggly old tree with long winding branches that he had taken shelter under as he moved back towards the road. He then began to head east.

Amsterdam, had nothing left for him. After ransacking its libraries and dark corners for any information pertaining to any resurgence or kindling of mention of the old Völkisch movement. The closest thing he had gotten to information was from a disturbed old man yelling about how HYRDA was just the start of it all and that more was coming. So he had two options left really either continue digging around loose leads and drying to hope something bit or do what he did best and get to the heart of it. He figured that if there would be any semblance of clues left for him, that they would be in the Führer’s deutschland proper. If these occulist were anything like their forebears it wasn't going to be that hard to find them, you just had to keep your ears open in the right channels. So he set out about two days ago with the vague direction of east, knowing sooner or later he would stumble across the border. He could of taken a train, but he hated trains too much noise and too many idiots - besides he didn't have a euro to his name at the moment to even afford such thing. Walking was okay though, it let him think and besides he had legs for a reason didn’t he?

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7:16 AM

He had been walking for sometime when he stumbled across the residence of Mary and Patrick Ó Braonáin. They were a middle aged couple who had hitched tail during the Troubles and had never looked back running away from the prospects of getting shot when heading to market or blown up by some bomb on either side. Mary was an English teacher in the local town about five miles down the road and Patrick was a writer and aspiring socialist revolutionary writing pamphlets for the CPN. They lived a humble existence in a small abode with a saint bernard named Sam and a garden out back that Mary attended to in her free time. These generally good people upon seeing John walking down the road is his haggard and worn state, generally could not stand idly by and invited the stranger into their home to at least have something to eat and maybe have a wash.

After feeling the strange sensation of taking an actual shower again and washing the dirt and the grim off of his body, he stepped outwards freshly dressed and Patrick ushered him into the kitchen where Mary had already finished up breakfast. It was a simple thing some potatoes and meat of some sort but to John’s malnourished body running on alcohol and little bits of food that he could acquire it smelled great and tasted better. They eat in silence for a little bit but soon the sounds of moving cutlery and teeth tearing at meat faded away to conversation.

“So Fergus what do you do exactly?” Patrick asked John inquisitively. Of course to them he wasn’t John Constantine but Fergus Thirlwell, a well to do intellectual from Northumberland born in a little village outside of Morpeth. It was a lie but it was a little one that was easy enough to pass off as the truth, he’d met enough folks from up north to at least be able to convincingly mock their mannerisms. Besides it was safer this way. The name John Constantine only brought sorrow to those that knew of it.

“Ah well I’m a historian of sorts, a study old cultures looking for secrets and the likes.” The lies came easily enough to him after a lifetime of doing it. He could talk bullshit to the Queen and probably get her to knight him if he wanted to. The trick wasn’t convincing others that was easy, it was convincing yourself because once your mind was willing to believe whatever you said it was easy for the others to follow.

“Ah, A man of the histories! How interesting! I imagine you're traveling for work then right?” Mary asked her face kind and warm as she did. Inwardly John smiled, they were almost making it too easy for him at this point but that was key playing on others expectations.

“Why yes actually! I’ve been traveling through the Low Countries following the old routes and paths as part of my current infatuation on trade and travel during the Carolingian Empire. So no cars for me only my own two feet and sleeping underneath the stars.” Constantine explained with a smile and a brightness to his eyes, you had to look the part and get them invested.

The conversation continued for some time and with John’s carefully prodding moving away from the life and times of Fergus Thirlwel and his escapades and into things like current events and just day to day occurrences. Once they had gotten into Politics, John almost didn't have to talk at all with Patrick falling into a huge speech that almost felt like he had it prepared in advance on the folly and corruption of big government. And down with the agenda of the rich in their proxy wars and oil schemes. Only to be interrupted by his wife butting in to play the devil’s advocate and voice her own more moderate opinions. Eventually things came to a close and John was ushered to the bathroom to use their spare toothbrush, do his business, and wash his hands while the pair continued to debate amongst themselves. As he finished up washing his hands, John’s ears picked up on something a strange lack of noise. He could no longer here the pair talking, or the dog outside slowly plodding about only the dim sound of the radio in the kitchen. Something was wrong.

He pushed the bathroom door open with a gentle care to go as slow as possible to keep the sound minimal. He moved through the small hallway into the kitchen where the food was still left on the table growing cold, the faucet still running over the sink water slowly dripping into the basin. The radio was playing on the same station that it had before now playing Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsody No.6. He looked out the window to the outside and saw a few feet away from the house, the shape of Sam laying completely still in the grass. Then a noise coming from the front of the house and a crash. He moved slowly out of the kitchen and into the small living area that connected to the front door, consisting of a couch, a leather armchair and a small television set. As he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks frozen by the sight in front of him.

On the ground a few feet ahead of him was Mary and Patrick looking much worse for wear. Mary was on her back on the carpeted floor, her face was grey and her mouth agape frozen in a mask of horror looking like all the life had been drained from her body in an instant. Patrick was next to her and wasn’t much better lying face first in the carpet and with his back blown open almost as if a baseball had went through the front of his chest and came out the otherside, staining the carpet around him red with blood. Standing in front of them by the now kicked in door were three men - two of these wore black combat suits that hung to their muscular frames and wore thick black balaclavas over their faces in their hands they carried what appeared to be assault rifles of some sort, they did not concern him. The third man was the one John could not take his eyes off of. He was dressed in a form fitting, black velvet suit making strong angles all the way down, and a pair of meticulously white gloves something beyond spotless almost to the point they were uncomfortable to look at. His skin was unnaturally pale, a harsh alabaster framed by neatly kept black hair with not a single strand undone. Finally John’s eyes fell upon his chest where an amulet lay with the same symbol of Yggdrasil and Níðhöggr upon it. He seemed very out of place with the carnage in front of him. Upon seeing John, the pair locked eyes blue eyes meeting with those a devilishly red in color. The man then give John a predatory grin as he spoke.

“You have thirty seconds John Constantine. I suggest running.” Not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth, John was turning around before the man even finished. He moved through the kitchen, knocking a chair over as he went and shoulder his way through the backdoor. He moved into the fields and not looking behind him moved as quickly as he legs would take him. It was cowardly, but John was more concerned about survival at the moment and he definitely wasn't going to win 3 against one while being unprepared. At exactly the thirty second mark he felt a release of energy and a moment later an arcane force slammed into his back sending him face first into the dirt and into darkness.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

“Concentrate on only your breathing. In and out. Envision yourself at the base of a great tree stretching out into infinity, the roots are connected to every living creature each breath sending vibrations and movement through the branches. Let yourself be present in one unifying moment with the galaxy....” Master Feemor continued to speak in a winding baritone as he and his padawan sat in the center of the Sparring Arena. It had become a customary tradition between the two for the longest time, they would go into a small meditative state before beginning their sparring with one another. The intent was to calm the body and the mind before going into battle, to prevent the temptations of falling to the call and temptation of anger against your foes.

“Yes Master...” Feemor’s padawan sat across from him in the large bowl-shaped chamber lying near the heart of the temple complex. Her name was Charuri Rol and in a strange way she had missed this. For what seemed to have been a life time the pair have been traveling across the galaxy resolving problems as they arose in the name of the Republic; it was never a dull job and between assassins and political intrigue trying to keep the peace was about as easy as finding a credit chip in a pile of bantha poodoo. But now since they were put on leave to cash in on a well deserved rest, their schedules had freed up considerably. It was nice to know that at least for a little while nobody was going to try and kill you, and that they could just do “normal” things for once like practicing their lightsaber forms and searching for long forgotten texts in the archives, all the while making the archivists want to rip the hair out of their heads.

“Good, I believe now would be as good of a time as any to get started don’t you think Charuri?” The padawan couldn't help but grin as she opened her eyes and slowly rose from her seated position. Feemor stood across from her with a face of tranquility but with eyes that seemed to be laughing. He was an older man for a human at least, past the close side of fifty. Wrinkles accented his face where he smiled and hair having been receding from his head which was once blonde had turned gray framed by a beard of the same color that hung across his face. The pair give one another respectful bows as they reached for their lightsabers, the cool metal against Charuri’s hands give her a small comfort as she pulled it from her waist. Moments later the characteristic snaphiss was heard as the pair ignited their weapons. Feemor’s a brilliant yellow and Charuri’s a calm green, the blade power had been sent to low it would still hurt to get hit by them but they would do no lasting damage. No need to play with danger when you were training of course.

“Let’s go with the classics shall we? First person to make contact wins.” Thus they began to circle one another slowly at first in a counterclockwise motion tracing the circumference the barren floor of the drum-like sparring area, watching and waiting for any movements. Charuri tried her best to try and remain calm but her own mind was battling against her. Almost a constant replay was going through her head of the last five times the two had sparred and of each time when Feemor had easily won despite his advanced age. What was she suppose to suspect though? Feemor was a master at changing between lightsaber styles in battle, mid swing if needed, something his old master had drilled into him after learning it from the late Darth Tyranus before his fall to the darkside. But she tried not to let the past affect her that much, Feemor had always said we must learn from the past but not dwell within it or become slaves of our failures. Yeah well that was easy for him to say of course.

Feemor moved first his feet changing direction on a dime as he moved forward easily almost like he was dancing; Form II Makashi. Charuri dropped into the Soresu opening stance, leading leg positioned backwards as the anchor and the nondominant ready to spring, off hand reaching out in challenge. Her eyes watched taking in movement as Feemor came in. He flicked out with his right hand and the saber came down high aiming towards the head. Charuri having been drilled time after time again moved without hesitation, her entire body pivoted agile and flowing like the mynock as her hand came up with a horizontal guard placed high. Blades met and the sound of plasma on plasma vibrated through the air. Feemor pulled back only to repeat the attack again and again aiming for different zones as he pecked at her defense. He was toying with her.

Then it all changed. She noticed the movement in the foot first, his foot turned and leg braced. Form IV: Ataru, she barely had time to react when he spring. His body was propelled through the air with a graceful flip and a blur of yellow him came crashing down from above like an avalanche. The first time she had been subjected to the move, the sheer force of it had thrown her to the ground but she knew better now and instead of bracing her feet launched herself upward smashing her guard into his blow dissipating the blows energy as the two met. Feemor did not pull back this time though and moved almost instantly into his next attack, the characteristic wide sweeps of Ataru. He fought with a great strength behind each blow and determination but never anger he seemed almost completely at peace with himself each blow flowing the ever changing current of the force. The relentless assault began to push Charuri back towards the wall of the chamber, sweat beginning to form and her arms yelling out against the weight being thrown against them.

Her own time came for a counter attack came as the two clashed sabers again, in this clash Charuri managed to be the victor pushing his blade to the side and opening him for her own push. She switched from the careful and moderated movements of Soresu into the more raw and simplistic swings of Shii-Cho. She focused not on the blades, but on the little details her breathing, and her heartbeat to keep herself centered, for these sparring matches were not just to keep their skills up but a way to teach her to keep tabs on the notorious Cathar temper, for a person that can keep their emotions in check in the heat of battle can keep them in check anywhere. Feemor was flowing through each block but even so he himself was being pushed back by Charuri advance. Even though his face did not display it stuck in a visage of concentration as sweat dripped down it he was impressed with his young padawan. She had grown much in the years they had spent together and come into her own in many ways even a year ago he couldn't imagine the idea of him giving ground to her but here they were.

This tug of war continued for several minutes, each launching larges bouts of tranquil fury and the other receiving it in tandem holding off. This constant drill swings then heavy blocking tore through the body as each and every muscle needed to work together to weld the unruly blade with even a little shed of efficiency Yet they fought on in an oddly peaceful like trance, bodies moving with the force the lightsaber becoming true extensions of one’s self. And yet it all came to a sudden end rather quickly. They both saw openings after the two had just back off of yet another great clash and they moved with the force of a crashing wave to exploit them. Charuri reached out swinging at her master’s side and Feemor swung high and a second later they both stopped. Green hovering near the human’s side, and yellow hanging near the Cathar’s head..... A draw.

They both pulled back in silence disengage their lightsabers and looking at one another both panting as they felt their heartbeats slowly progress back to a normal rate. Feemor was the first to crack as he slowly began to chuckle, a deep sound that seemed to fill the entire room. Charuri found herself laughing as well until they were both just consumed with the laughter shaking their heads.

“Hey, I almost won that time!” She called out towards Feemor was a cocky grin on her face, all in good jest.

“Almost, but it would seem this old man still has some tricks up his sleeve and besides I wasn't even trying........”

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It is the 981^st year since the Ruusan Reformation, and all seems well. But the force is moving and changing like a storm, and darkness hangs on the horizon.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Species: Human Cyborg

@Fat Boy Kyle

Could you say he is proficient at Human-Cyborg Relations?

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@DJAtomika
Yep! It is the next post on my list of posts that I need to get up and I'm actually currently working on it right now.

@LetterE
Thanks! Well you do have some opening and if you meet standards there may well be a spot for you among our motley crew. Here is the application process for new people coming in mid stream.

• Step 1: Make a CS. Well this one is kind of self explanatory ain't it? Just follow the template provided and then once you are done PM it to me along with the writing sample you need to do in Step 2
• Step 2: Provide a writing sample. Since I've never had the pleasure of Rping with you before its par the course for me to ask for this just to make sure that you can keep up with our craziness. It doesn't have to be the next new testament or anything just a "simple day in the life type post" about the character you're applying with at a Advanced Level, just so that I can get a sense of your writing style and a feeling of your character. Just to make sure everything is gonna mesh all cool like.
• Step 3: Read the IC, not necessary really but extremely recommended. It will help you get a feel for everything and also make it so your are less lost.

Any questions that you have can be directed towards me. I usually respond to PMs quicker than anything else, so I would suggest that route over anything else.

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@Byrd Man
Could you say that you have created eggcelent madness?

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@Fat Boy Kyle@Gowi

Oh, I don't judge but like the mighty elephant... I do not forget either. XD

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"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 |

The Fall Of Krypton

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.

Last Son

"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

Man of Steel

"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.

Mistakes

"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.

A New Dawn

"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 |

Metropolis

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.

Allies

• 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

Foes

• 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.

| References |

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