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.Character you wish to portray:
Miss Marvel / Mary Hewett
.Hero, villain, or walking the line?:
.Powers and physical attributes:
Wisdom of Solomon: Mary has instant access to a vast amount of scholarly knowledge, exceptional photographic recall and mental acuity allowing her to read and decipher hieroglyphics, and make intuitive guesses based on limited data to the point her guesses are highly accurate. The wisdom of Solomon also gives Mary clairvoyance and knowledge of all languages, ancient and modern. This and courage are the only aspects she keeps in mortal form.
Strength of Hercules: Mary, only while in her magical form, has incredible amounts of super strength, strong enough to lift at least 100 tons, and is able to effortlessly bend steel, punch through walls, and lift massive objects. Her strength parallels that of Superman.
Stamina of Atlas: Using Atlas' endurance and durability, Mary can withstand and survive most types of extreme physical assaults while in magical form. If she is somehow wounded, her godly energies enable her to recover with superhuman speed and with more finality than mortals. It would take an injury of such magnitude that it dispersed a major portion of her bodily molecules to cause her a physical death. Even then, it might have been possible for a god of significant power, such as Zeus, Poseidon and Apollo, or for a number of Olympian gods of equal power working together, to revive her. Additionally, her Olympian metabolism ensured that she did not need to eat, sleep, or breathe when in her magical form.
Power of Zeus: Zeus' power, besides fueling the magic that transforms Mary, also enhances her other physical and mental abilities, providing physical invulnerability and resistance against most magic spells and attacks, and allows her to access the Rock of Eternity. This also provides her the ability to manipulate and generate electricity at will. Unlike Black Adam, Mary cannot use the thunderbolt as an attack, instead the transformation ignites a burst of electricity surrounding her form that changes her - however Black Adam's Thunderbolt can still force her to change back.
Courage of Achilles: Like wisdom, this aspect is primarily psychological and gives Marvel superhuman amounts of inner strength from which to draw. She is always supported by an innate and harmonious presence of good will and strength of perseverance so that she never backs down from a challenge. This and wisdom are the only aspects she keeps in mortal form.
Speed of Mercury: By channeling Mercury's speed, Mary, while not as fast as the Flash, can fly and move at hypersonic speeds exceeding Mach 10 (2 miles a second) while in Earth's atmosphere and could fly at close to light speed through space. She can move fast enough to not register in the normal peripheral range of humans and seemingly vanish and disappear at will. At this speed, her mind processes information on par to a computer or at least on a subliminal level that she was aware of her surroundings. She can also mystically fly through the atmosphere through sheer act of will, enabling her to soar through the atmosphere at sub-orbital levels and travel across the planet. She is immune from the effects of extreme height, such as dizziness and lightheadedness.
.Origin and backstory (as you see it):
Year Zero (Before Superman)
Born on 1988, September 4th, Mary grew up as a perfectly normal human in Fawcett City. However her childhood wasn’t one that you’d normally brag to other people about. While she had parents that took care of her and she grew up comfortably, it wasn’t just her parents, but the entire family that treated the little girl like she was a black sheep and indeed that was something different about her. As she entered school and started to clash with the other kids, she lashed out in hurt, trying to defend herself more often than actually wishing any sort of harm upon anyone. It was soon discovered that she was ’gifted’, meaning she had an above average intelligence that made her see and understand the world differently than most of the population. This didn’t mean her family paid any more attention or tried to adapt to this new revalation, but she was put into the gifted program for the rest of her schooling years.
It became obvious as she grew up into a young woman that through middle school and high school that she had high moral values that drove her to defend her peers and stand up for her beliefs, stubbornly refusing to change who she was or what she stood for – which only made the teasing and neglect worse, as many others felt dwarfed by this conviction and jealous of how happy she seemed with herself, despite how different she was. For the most part though, she was completely happy being the one that stood up to bullies.
Her bright smile would shatter at the age of sixteen though when she went through her first romance. She had always known she didn’t like men, but it wasn’t until blonde named Brook starting hitting on her that she really realized where her heart lie. The romance ended almost as soon as it started though and with Mary being a romantic and having such high morals, she couldn’t understand for the life of her why she had been used. Over the next few years, she experienced the same heart-break – even falling in love once – over and over as each woman just left her. This ultimately left her with a more pessimistic view and darkened her hope in the world.
She left the house then and moved out on her own, getting a job as a waitress as she tried her best to save for college, hoping to one day become a librarian. The process was slow and painful, but somehow against all the odds and reasoning, Mary still kept hold of her morals. Even when people would treat her with hate and contempt, she would still turn around and help them if they asked it and still stood up for her peers no matter if she didn’t even get a thank you.
Mary was as surprised as anyone by the sudden rise of superheroes. Having grown up on fantasy books and comics in her younger years, it was hard to imagine real life beings that had the power to actually make a lot of these things come to life - though they were of course completely different than any hero she had read about. After the arrival of Wonder Woman, Mary had gotten into the habit of collecting and reading on books, watching interviews, and any news cast that directly involved these heroes. She had become one of their biggest fans, quietly rooting for them behind the scenes and smiling like a little girl as she watched them save the day again and again. In all honesty, it had started to make her life just a bit better, making her a little more optimistic and more motivated to help others even more.
Despite the horror and foggy memories that followed the telepathic nightmare of Sta'rro, she rejoiced in glee when she found out that her favorite heroes (and pretty much everyone's favorites, especially Superman) were forming a guild to combat evil when it was needed. How much she wished in those days that she had been gifted so she could help them as well.
It was only natural, she realized, that when a power so great as the League came to bare down on evil - that it had a response; the super villain. It seemed the earlier months were riddled with disturbing reports of each league member being trapped and nearly killed by some other costumed nemesis and somehow against odds, they all made it out alive. While the introduction of the Justice Society makes the hero-obsessed woman sit on edge, wanting the good guys to win, it seemed short lived as the government stepped in. She was never thrilled with it, but the following of these stories and drama relating to their adventurers had seemed to give her life new spark and made it much easier to carry on her life, despite her loneliness.
The world seemed to stand still though when reports came in ... Superman was fighting Captain Marvel. Both apparent paragons for good fighting one another. What had happened to cause such beings to fight? Personality conflicts? Power going to their heads? It didn't matter to her, she just knew she hated it and felt a wave of relief as it came to an end..
Only a few days into the new year, news spread like wildfire about Captain Marvel's retirement. Apparently he had chosen self-exile, which had brought some amount of sadness to Mary, but unlike most she couldn't argue with the idea. She never knew why he did it, but she trusted the man to make a mature decision and if that meant taking time away from people, then it could only do good.
However that's when her life changed. One day returning from work, she had opened her apartment door and found herself staring at a cavern depicting seven gods of old Greek mythology. At the end of the path was an old man with a glowing staff, sitting upon a throne. He went on to bid her forward and explain his position and how Captain Marvel had come upon his powers. She was in amazement and couldn't believe that she had been pulled into the world of super heroics. It was then that he paused in silence before telling her that she was to be his successor. It took some convincing for her to believe she was really his prime choice - out of everyone in the world, but eventually he was able to make her step back and realize what good she could do. Humbly, she accepted the mantle ...
.The burning question - Why this character?:
I've found a new love for Captain Marvel as a female and this reboot has given me a chance to throw her into a unique twist as Billy's successor. I enjoy the idea of how she mixes power and magic and it just opens so many possibilities beyond the normal - including future encounters with Dr. Fate and the like.
.How will this version of your character differ from others? How will it be Ultimate?:
Well, besides the fact that she is an adult female working her way through life, I've also made some important tweaks to her powers - tweaks that Shazam has deemed important in order to help triumph against Black Adam and other villains. Mostly being that she keeps her courage and wisdom no matter the form and her transformation enacts a burst of electricity as opposed to a thunderbolt. Her personality is going to be tweaked I think from the previous UDC, however she's still going to have that humanity to her in that there will still be times where she can feel anger and the like. I'm a big D&D fan, so I'd compare her struggles to that of an Aasimar - consistently propelled with the notion of good will, but can still very well slip up like any mortal.
.What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?:
Creative, well-written posts and character development as well as adding a unique story line for our beloved magical superheroine.
.Provide a short sample post as your desired character, in three paragraphs or more:
It seems fitting that the sky is clear today, with only a few clouds hanging loosely against a blue background. It’s peaceful and for once, I feel more calm and sure of myself than I have ever been my entire life. It’s not just the magic either, but I can finally do something – do some real good for the world instead of wishing I had the power to protect people. It’s not like I would’ve thought though. It’s not this feeling of power pulsing through my veins or having centuries of knowledge being force into my mind … no, its clarity and purity in a form I couldn’t have imagined until now. I imagine this is what it feels like to belong – for a pilot to fly his first time, a mother to hold a child, or a scientist to have finally helped the world. This isn’t the kind of power that corrupts, it’s the kind that makes you humble … or maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s why he picked me.
I turn my eyes away from the clear skies and back to earth as my gaze scans the horizon. It’s a dusty desert, apparent with no life, but I know better – snakes, insects, and things that bustle beneath the surface that call this barren place home. I’m not sure where the wizard put me just yet, but my mind goes to the Middle East. It’s not because I’ve been there, but the magic fills me with ancient and modern knowledge as if I were able to access a network of collective books at my fingertips and suddenly something that seems foreign to me is now familiar. Only mountains greet my intuitive guess though as the wind gushes past my form, my white cape whipping in the wind. I used to hate wind with a passion, how it’d blow your hair into your face and make it hard to see, but this form – one that belonged to the only man to make Superman bleed – it surrounds me with an aura of protection and turns the violent annoyance of gales into friendly breezes, making a smile crack across my lips.
I just take a few seconds to enjoy the quiet serenity of this moment and bask in the warmth that these mysterious, often dismissed gods provide me. In only a few minutes I know what I’ll need to do and I’m not sure how often I’ll be afforded this opportunity in the months to come. I wonder how Superman does it … how often he sleeps and eats and if he dresses up to play normal. I know Billy used to shed this magical form for a chance at a normal life, so it’s hard to imagine the Man of Steel not at least attempting at it. I don’t think I will though – I’ve no friends or family after all and were I ever to be so lucky as to call someone else my own, they would likely be far from normal themselves. Besides, I’ve always hated sleeping and the fact that I don’t have to in this form makes me giggle softly to myself.
I sigh then, as my minute is up …
… time to save the world.
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THE NEW ULTIMATE DC RPG
.Character you wish to portray: Oliver Queen/Green Arrow
.Hero, villain, or walking the line?: Hero that bends towards Walking the Line
.Powers and physical attributes: Oliver has no power of his own, but has trained his body to near peak performance. He is a master combatant with hand-to-hand weapons and styles, but prefers using a bow and arrows as well as small thrown weapons and projectiles. His time on the island has also made him a master hunter, and an extremely stealthy warrior. His senses have become sharper thanks to intense concentration and training.
And, while not a power or ability, Ollie has significant financial backing thanks to his family’s corporation that allows him to finance his vigilante ways.
.Origin and backstory (as you see it): Oliver “Ollie” Queen was the first child born to Robert and Laura Queen in the mid 1980’s. Robert was owner and CEO of Queen Industries, the nation’s third biggest technology and defense firm behind LexCorp and Wayne Enterprises. Ollie was doted upon and raised in the lap of luxury, never learning what the lower classes lived like. Hey was a spoiled, often petulant, child, treating those below his social structure with disdain. His only true friend was Tommy Merlyn, the son of his father’s business associate Malcolm. The two were inseparable from the minute they met, and around the time they were 10 gained a constant tag along when Ollie’s sister Mia was born. Nicknamed “Speedy” for how quickly she learned to crawl, walk, and talk, Mia never missed an opportunity to annoy her big brother and his friend. Still, Ollie loved her, and always stuck up for her.
As time progress, Ollie did little maturing. He spent his money frivolously, dated and used beautiful women constantly, and partied continuously. Oliver developed drug and alcohol problems, and their families had no idea how to stop it. The two became so entrenched in the Star City party culture that they began dealing drugs to the cultural elite, and were incredibly successful at it. So much so that the leader of the local drug trade hired them to begin running shipments into the city on Queen’s yacht.
But the young men began to think they were invincible. They became brash and overconfident and began skimming money off the top of the operation, angering Star City’s drug kingpin. On a run in the pacific to meet the suppliers, the yacht was destroyed. The explosion was believed to have killed everyone on board, including Queen and Tommy.
Oliver was lucky, though. He survived and washed up on a tropical island. He fought long and hard for a year by himself attempting to survive the harsh realities of the wild. The entire time he reevaluated his life, realizing what a jerk he had been throughout it. He believed he was sent to the island as a sort of purgatory to atone for his sins, and his time there was grueling. He survived on what food he could capture and kill, and over time he became an adept hunter and gatherer.
After spending a year surviving on the island, Oliver learned he was no alone. On a hunt, a man jumped him and attempted to murder the lost man. Oliver had never fought a human before, but managed to kill him before he himself was killed. Taking the attacker’s bow and arrows, Oliver fled back into the wilderness. He began training himself with the weapon, remember old lessons his father had given him as a boy.
But now he was also being hunted. Whoever the man worked for also now knew they were not alone, and were bent on finding Ollie. Eventually, he was captured, revealing that the island was a drug processing and shipping hub ran by the mysterious White, a woman of Asian origin. She forced Queen into servitude, essentially making him a slave on the island for almost a year.
During that time, Ollie met and became close with another prisoner named Shado. They plotted and successfully escaped thanks to her spectacular fighting skills. They fled back into the wilderness, and the woman began to train Ollie in hand to hand combat. The two realized that without destroying the drug facility they would never find themselves a way to get off the island. So they trained and plotted for months before launching their attack, and in that time Ollie and Shado became intimate. He wasn't sure if it was because of the rigors of the island or if he had finally grown, but Oliver felt real love for someone outside his family for the first time. She often warned him that
In the chaos and confusion brought on by their assault, Shado was killed by White in a duel, before the villain attempted to flee in her private plane. Ollie, however, avenged his friend by firing a makeshift explosive at White's escaping plane, crashing it and seemingly killing White. Oliver had defeated his enemies on the island, but in the process lost his first love and any chance of escaping his island purgatory.
Months more he languished alone until a ship happened across the island, and Ollie finally found his way home. It was not the Star City he had left behind, however. The stress of his disappearance and running a company had killed his father in the form of a massive heart attack. His company was in the process of being acquired by the Merlyn Group and his father's old friend Malcolm Merlyn. His sister was spiraling out of control in the same way he did years before. And the city itself was rotting from the inside out thanks to a rise of organized crime and an outbreak of economic poverty.
.The burning question - Why this character?:I want a bigger name hero that can still work outside the Justice League on a street level as well as help them out when the time comes.
.How will this version of your character differ from others? How will it be Ultimate?: First off, Ollie will be an amalgam of New Earth and the Arrow TV show continuities as well as some of my own ideas thrown in. He’ll be a bit darker, and will not shy away from killing a target he deems as too dangerous to keep alive. I also plan on bringing back his dislike of the idea of the Justice League, but we'll get to that later.
.What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?: A strongly written and conceived street level hero.
.Provide a short sample post as your desired character, in three paragraphs or more:
There was little time to waste. The wind was changing, and if he didn't get this done now, it'd be months before he could get off this damn island again. Since they had taken down the Triad on the island, the ships stopped coming, and the planes stopped flying overhead. In destroying his only enemy on the island, he essentially doomed himself to a lifetime here. Of course, before he even knew of the drug runners, he had figured that would be the case anyway. So in all reality it wasn't all that different save for that little flicker of hope deep down in his heart.
And for the past four months it was nothing more than a fool's hope. That is until the call of the ship's horn echoed through the forests this morning. It had seemingly stopped tin the island's area randomly, possible driven towards land thanks to the storms that had been pounding the area in recent weeks. It didn't matter what the reason at this point. It was his chance, and he was going to take it.
The piles had been set up on the beach for months. He came and switched the bows and grass weekly to ensure they were dry and ready at a moments notice. The one he was ready to light had been changed the other day after the rains. Now all he had to do was hit his mark.
Dipping the arrow into the pitch and then striking the flint arrow head against the steal, lighting it ablaze, he breathed deep and tugged on the bowstring. He had fired the bow in more stressful situations before, but he was more nervous then he had ever been before with a bow in his hands. This was it. He exhaled and loosed the arrow. It struck the bundle in the exact right spot, exploding and sending flares into the tropical air.
"Ladies and gentlemen this has just come across the news desk," the anchor said looking around the studio in shock. "Have we verified this? Yes? We have? Well then, this is the story of the year, folks. We have just gotten word that long-thought dead billionaire and heir to Queen Industries Oliver Queen has just been found alive and well on a deserted island in the Pacific and is currently on his way towards to his return to Star City. The prodigal son has, seemingly, returned."
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Star City, CA
.Location: Star City is located in Sonoma County California. It is a port city along the coast of the Pacific Ocean, and along with San Francisco, Coast City, and Gateway City makes up the largest ports in northern California. It wraps around the small Queen's Bay.
.Population: The city's population is around 1.5 million people, with a surrounding metropolitan area that brings the area's population to close to 2 million.
.History and the Queen Family Story: Star City was founded during the great California Gold Rush when a strong gold vein was found outside the city. Star City and San Francisco battled to be the gold rush capital of the country, but San Fran was chosen thanks to its more easily defensible harbor. Star City then became a bit of an outlaw town with little government interaction during the rest of the rush and until the outbreak of the Civil War and the arrival of the Queen family.
Heading west to escape the fighting, Midwestern captain of industry Charles Queen set up shop in Star City, building a new munitions factory along the waterfront of the city. Charles was the son of a Scottish immanent and a self made man. He was compassionate and kind, and was a member of the Underground Railroad before the war claimed his first factory in Missouri, from which he barely escaped with his life. Queen's arrival legitimized the city, giving jobs to the multitude of destitute miners and their families left over from the Gold Rush. His weapons were so prized by the Union Army during the war that President Lincoln increased the Federal Marshall presence in the burgeoning metropolis and ensuring its safety.
From there, Star City and the newly minted Queen Industries began growing at a rapid pace. The company became a powerhouse of American industrial, military, and scientific progress and made Star City into the home of many of the country's top minds. The metropolis also became an important port for trading with Asia, flooding the city with Asian immigrants and forming it into a true melting pot. Charles passed in the late 1800s, passing the business on to his son, Oliver's great grandfather, who steered the company and the city through both World War I and II. During the great wars the company continued its tradition of being one of the military's biggest and best suppliers, and the promise of war jobs after the Great Depression brought many new workers to Star City, as well as another powerful company. The Merlyn Group was a financial powerhouse that saw the benefit of setting up shop in the profitable port. The two companies acted in unison, and the two richest families on the west coast soon became powerful allies.
Oliver's grandfather James led the company in the period following the war before handing it off to Ollie's father Robert in the early 80s, making Robert the youngest CEO in company history. He expanded the company's focus, keying in on applied sciences and other ventures towards where he thought the future would go. But during Robert's time as CEO and before Ollie's disappearance, the city began to suffer. Economic hardships after September 11th and the so called "Great Recession" caused poverty and crime to grow in the city's blue collar neighborhood called "The Glades", and a strong organized crime ring led by a mysterious man known only as "The Count" began to gain a foothold in the city.
Now, at the time of Oliver's reemergence, the city is in the worst shape it has been in since the time of the Gold Rush. Organized crime is prevalent, with The Count's "Vertigo Family" in a turf war with the Chinese Triad, and newcomers from Gotham like Maxie Zeus's "The Olympians" and The Ventriloquist's "Marionettes" vying for a piece of the pie as well. Aside from that, street thugs like the Royal Flush Gang harass the common folk, and the Glades and midtown are flooded with drugs and petty crime. The city's public servants do nothing to help, with police Commissioner Brian Nudocerdo and Mayor Stanley Dover firmly in the pocket of one of the city's many mobsters.
Star City Rogues, Families, and Government
Queen Family/Queen Industries
- Laura Queen - Oliver's mother and member of the Queen Industries board of directors
- Mia "Speedy" Queen - Oliver's sister who has gone down a self destructive path since his disappearance and her father's death.
- Walter Steele - the current CEO of Queen Industries and a lifelong friend of Robert Queen.
- Felicity Smoake - Oliver's personal assistant assigned to him on his return.
- Malcolm Merlyn - Robert and Walter's friend, now attempting to merge Queen Industries with his company The Merlyn Group.
- Mayor Stanley Dover - Star City's corrupt and slimy mayor
- Commissioner Brian Nudocerdo - The corrupt chief of police who takes orders from the Count more than the people
- Detective John Diggle - A good cop in Star City and veteran of Afghanistan
- The Count - family head and current Kingpin of the Star City Underworld
- Danny "Stonewall" Jackson - The Count's righthand man and lead enforcer, a re-imagining of Danny Brickwell/Brick
- Nix - The Count's bodyguard and assassin
The Chinese Triad
- Unknown leader - The head of the Chinese Triad operations in the United States. Little is known about this individual
- Natas - the face of the Triad in Star City
- Jin Shang - Natas's trusted bodyguard
- Maxie Zeus - the leader of a ring of illegal casinos and money laundering operations, Maxie fled Gotham when the Batman arrived.
- Ares Drakon - Zeus's head of security and a former assassin.
- The Ventriloquist - The criminally insane leader of the small gang, he speaks through his dummy Scarface, believed to be his alter ego. Scarface talks like a 30's era gangster depicted in the movies.
- Rhino - The mute and simple enforcer of The Ventriloquist. Rhino has been by his side since the two were young.
- Ragdoll - A contortionist henchman who is used by The Ventriloquist to rob banks and other high security areas.
- Royal Flush Gang (Ace, King, Queen, Jack, Ten) - A band of street thugs terrorizing the Glades by committing murder, larceny, and other felonies.
- Merlyn - Coming soon...
- Clock - Coming soon...
- Firebug - Coming soon...
- Red Dart - Coming soon...
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@Gowi: Let me know if I forgot to edit something. I'd tried to write my own phrasing of your history, but quoting you was easier.
Because to hell with normal.
.Character you wish to portray:
.Hero, villain, or walking the line?:
.Powers and physical attributes:
Matrix is a collection of artificial neural fibers suspended in a bio-mimetic, gelatinous mass composed of a silicon polymer (silicon, carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen) which allows Matrix to operate in a diverse range of environmental conditions, from -100 Celsius to 300 Celsius. Solar cell batteries attached to the neural fibers allow Matrix to draw energy from all sources of solar radiation and provide the source of electrical current that powers the artificial intelligence. The neural fibers possess psychokinetic capabilities, primarily telekinesis, which enables Matrix to alter shape, definition, form, and even molecular arrangement -- either in whole or in part. Matrix is even able to increase or decrease mass, primarily through the inclusion or omission of silicates (primarily sand or dust). This is accomplished, in the case of increasing mass, by telekinetically drawing in additional silicates from the dust around it. Thus in sterile environments such may not be possible. As may be inferred, in cases where Matrix reduces its mass silicon dust will be left behind.
Through the physical application of telekinesis, Matrix is able to create the illusion of most Kryptonian abilities in its role as "Superboy" or as Superman's doppleganger: Super strength of up to 100 tons is accomplished through TK-assisted physical movement. The appearance of flight or levitation can also be accomplished in this same manner. The illusion of invulnerability is created through a TK shield or "shell" around its body, similar to Superman/Supergirl's protective bio-aura. Three abilities which Matrix cannot simulate are heat vision, x-ray vision, and freezing breath. On the other hand, Matrix possesses several unique abilities which Kryptonians do not; including invisibility (total optic/sensory), shape-shifting, and the ability to interface with communications systems (computer terminals, GPS satellites, etc) to some degree, depending on the safeguards protecting against such access. Because it processes sensory data in an altogether different way, Matrix 'sees' beyond the visual spectrum to include elelectromagnetic and infrared parts of the spectrum.
As an artificial lifeform, Matrix does not possess any kind of gender type. Nor does Matrix have any kind of natural form or shape, other than a semi-liquid mass. Assisted by its telekinetics, Matrix can approximate the humanoid shape and, through partial crystallization, retain that form indefinitely. In its purest form, Matrix is a gray metalloid, slightly darker in tone than mercury. The mass and size of this base humanoid shape is variable, from the size of Atom's miniaturized form to the impressive size and height of the Man of Steel. By virtue of the fact that the first being it encountered was Superman, Matrix has adopted a male humanoid 'default,' but sexual identity is meaningless to it. As Christopher Kent, Matrix appears as a boy of about 8 years of age with brown hair and eyes -- an adaptation of an old photograph of Jonathan Kent. As "Superboy", Matrix appears as Clark did at about age 13, with black hair and blue eyes, but whose costume omits the cape and 'underwear of power,' having instead dark blue on the shoulders and red trousers.
.Origin and backstory (as you see it):
The advanced alien race known as the Krell developed the protoplasmic AI, or "matrix," as a self-sufficient and efficient servitor android that could be adapted to mutiple utility uses, from construction to defense. Operating through an artificial intelligence, these living computers comprise the working class of Krell society, but proved ineffective in averting the disaster which destroyed the Krell homeworld. In their desperate search to find a savior for their people, the Krell recently sought out the Superman of Earth, who left his adopted homeplanet in order to try and give aid to the dying Krell, who were eventually re-settled into an interstellar ark. As a gift, the Krell presented Superman with one of the first of a new generation of matrix, Guardian Matrix-137, an AI designed and intended as both a servant and protector of the people.
This particular matrix was designed by the Krell bio-engineer Cypher Lohng and was one of the last to be produced by the foundaries of the Krell homeworld. As Doctor Lohng perished during the events surrounding the destruction of the Krell homeworld, and Matrix-137 represents his last advancement in the development of the matrix artificial lifeform, it is viewed as something of an 'opus' of his work in artificial intelligence. When it was originally activated, Matrix-137 (or Matrix for short) took the form of Superman, mimicking his form and appearance perfectly. Returning to Earth, Superman first considered having Matrix guard the Fortress of Solitude, but decided instead to take Matrix to the Kent farm in Smallville -- a place where the guardian would have the ability to learned about humanity as Superman had and also to protect a crucial part of Superman's double life: his parents. Matrix took the form of a farm boy, a nephew staying with the Kents while his parents moved to take a new job, and was given the name 'Chris.' As Christopher Kent, Matrix performs work in maintaining the Kent family farm and attends school in Smallville as a way of introducing him to human society and societal norms.
.The burning question - Why this character?:
I see this accomplishing a myriad of functions in ways I wasn't able to as Lor-Zod. One, it gives us a Superboy, but does so without adding 'yet-another-Kryptonian' to the game, reinforcing the idea that a Kryptonian is a rare specimen. Second, it gives us a hero who is linked to Superman (and therefore Metropolis) but would function as Smallville's protector, placing a hero in the Midwest rather than the Metropolis/Gotham Eastern US seaboard. Third, he has an actual story purpose as a security device watching over Martha Kent in the face of Superman/Clark Kent's increased exposure (and, thus, isn't able to visit the family farm as frequently as he once did). Finally, I think the plot device of having him live on the Kent farm under the guise of being a cousin is better for story telling purposes than being a super-powered kid in government custody.
.How will this version of the character be different? How will it be Ultimate?
I've subverted a number of aspects of the canon "Pocket Universe" Matrix so I'll address each of those individually.
1. Gender bending. While in the Supergirl (limited series), Matrix said that gender was a superficial distinction, and took male form several times, the canon Matrix had a distinct feminine sexuality whereas here we have a character who casts itself in a male identity normally (but not exclusively). I'd also say that's subverted because of the lack of gender identity escews the very essence or nature of sexuality. Thus, Ultimate Matrix is never either male or female and gender is, in this case, genuinely superficial.
2. The canon Matrix was essentially a clone of Lana Lang, created by Alexander Luthor, using protomatter infused with human DNA, who patterned herself after Superboy as a result of the Pocket Universe arc, thus she was always an artificial lifeform but more "human" than not. Here, Matrix is expressed artificial, replacing Lana with an AI, and the creation of the Krell alien race rather than one of Luthor's many, many illegitimate Lana Lang/Superman bastards (not that we don't love Lex's attempts at genetically inseminating the Man of Steel). This has the benefit of Matrix being something Superman "owns" or has earned, as opposed to some random protomatter broad that he decided to adopt and take home. Not that I'm hating on John Byrne.
3. Matrix was the first Post Crisis Supergirl, whereas here we have Superboy instead. So Matrix is inserted in place of Kon or Lor-Zod in lieu of Kara, for the same plot/story reasons as led to the writers to use Matrix in canon (we want to reinforce that Superman is the last son of Krypton, but we're not so far along that we're ready for Superboy to be Supes and Lex's love child, so instead we have a Fauxtonian in the role).
.And a slight note about NPCs:
I'll be using Jonathan and Martha Kent in his stories obviously, Kelex as Matrix's counterpart at the Fortress of Solitude, and, barring any objection, I intend to introduce and use an Ultimate version of Colin Wilkes (from the Streets of Gotham series) as another NPC in Smallville. Assuming Andy and/or Gowi have no specific plans for them, I'll probably keep the same or similar rogue's gallery to what I did before: Dabney Donovan, Albert Michaels, Micah Flint, etc.
SMALLVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL
"...and, in 1492, Colombus finally reached agreement with Ferdinand and Isabella - who were known as the Catholic Monarchs - for the proposed trip. Rather than looking for America, Colombus though he would find a to Asia by sailing East, not realizing that there was a continent between Europe and Asia."
As the instructor spoke at the front of the classroom, the middle aged, balding human male was making marks upon a blackboard with a piece of calcium carbonate that had been made 'brighter' in color through the use of a titanium pigment. The depiction of lines and curves made by this 'chalk' were the markings associated with a human language known as 'English,' which had not been the language of the subject Christopher Colombus, who had been born to another nation-state, which had later become part of a different, expanding nation through Imperialism. A human societal or cultural phenemenom which was the reason why the language of this place was English, as the native speakers of English colonized, captured, and claimed - often through military conquest - the area known today as the United States.
If the analytical process by which humanity was digested through the lens of a history class and lecture of Colombus' first voyage to the New World was unusual for someone in the sixth grade then it was even stranger that, for the black haired boy seated in the middle of the class, both the history lecture and resulting analysis of human linguistic development as a consequence of social barbarism, were a secondary consideration for the child's attention. In actuality, the bulk of his processing power was presently dedicated to the subject of radiant energy.
Radiant energy was a by-product of electromagnetism which functions as a universal constant, present in the energy released by stars and, more locally, human radio wave technology. The android was processing and tracking several different wavelengths of radiant energy prevalent inside this classroom, as well as several other wavelengths entering from outside of it. The use of microwaves by humans, particularly in the 2.4 gigahertz range, bombarded the terran environment; from the radiation emitted by the artificial source of illumination to the cellular data communications devices which some of the students were using to send text messages across the telecommunications infrastructure wirelessly. More advanced, and complicated, were those using a request-response protocol identified as hypertext markup language to transfer data packets along a network of data terminals which allowed access to a global computing network.
While all of this was academically and scientifically fascinating, what made it all the more captivating was the fact that he could see it, see the wavelengths arcing through the room, away from the halogen lights, radiating from out of the purse with the cellular phone inside, coming through the walls as the open wi-fi housed in the school library spread into the surrounding classrooms. Colliding, arcing, and pushing away from one another as the different frequencies and channels of the various sources of electromagnetism came into contact with one another. It was like watching a ballet that was overlaid upon the human existance, a window into a virtual reality of data transfers just beyond the digital horizon.
He saw these things because he had a foot in both worlds, which was a metaphor on a number of levels. To begin with, he didn't have actual feet. Second of all, but related to the first point, he wasn't a he. Now, with regard to humanoid bipedal construction, there were indeed two feets on the floor, dressed in a pair of Keds sneakers, and attached to a pair of legs which were, in turn, attached to an ordinary humanoid torso. There was nothing outwardly which suggested than this youth was anything less than what he appeared, attired in nondescript clothing that might have come from Old Navy or Gap Kids. The tawny hair was of a medium length, disheveled, but certainly of a cut that would be unusual on a girl, supporting the notion that this was a boy; however, the defining sexual characteristics in either human gender would have been concealed inside the jeans that the student wore. But, by all appearances, this was a boy.
But, just as beauty was said to be but skin deep, a close inspection might have led one to discern that the pupils of the child's eyes were not quite black. They were, rather, a dark metal gray. Like a pool of liquid mercury, only darker in color, with a flat luster. And behind those pupils were none of the remaining organ of the human eye, nor any of the blood vessels, muscles, or surrounding tissues. In fact, there were no organs or blood vessels at all, merely a pool of viscous, metalloid fluid through which silicon fibers and electricity passed. It was like a storm inside of a Jell-o mold, as brain power was divided and sub-divided among different clusters of neural processors spread throughout the whole of the humanoid shaped gelatin, each devoted to processing different facets of the information currently being absorbed.
This was what the child was, so that it wasn't a child either, except for how it was learning and evolving in much the same as a human child would learn and adapt to the world around it. Which was, in part, the reason it was there: To learn about humanity. To try and understand the human experience. That was important, because he had been designed by creatures that hadn't been human at all. They had been Krell, but he had been given as tribute to Superman - which was the reason that he had chosen to be a he - and Superman had brought him to this place.
Not because he was Superman, but because he was Clark Kent. And while Superman was the invincible man of steel, Clark Kent had an Achilles' heel which every mammaliam male possessed. He had family, one who could be threatened if anyone were ever to know the truth behind the legend. Surely logic would suggest that Superman was more than capable of taking care of his own aging parents, but both Clark Kent and Superman had competiting demands on their time, a facet made more complicated by the fact that they were one in the same individual. And so the Krell-forged, biomimetic android stood the vigil upon a small farm in Kansas.
The problem with humanity's limited extraterrestrial contact was that it was necessary for the artificial matrix to become expressly human in order to function within the societal and cultural norms of a small, Midwestern town in what was known as the United States. To do otherwise would have risked exposing the target of his protection to the same, or more, scrutiny than if the world knew she had raised Superman. And so he was grouped with juvenile humans to take part in their educational indoctrination program, for similar and different reasons. The matrix had already absorbed and processed innumerable amounts of data on the language, science, and history of the humans simply by cataloging information taken from tomes known as 'dictionaries' and encyclopedias.' But, whereas the humans were experiencing learning through the organic technique of memorization and retention, the matrix was observing the interactions between them.
There were many subtleties of human interaction which defied any one definition. For example, the tendency to form social groupings.
Everyone here came from a family that had been in Smallville for ancestral generations. Only one student had not, having moved to Smallville seven years before at the age of four years, and as such was viewed as an outsider. In contrast, the Kent family was one of those who had been accepted as members of the community; however, the individual known as Christopher Kent was a new comer. And explanations for Christopher Kent's existence had been demanded. It was inconvenient, yet apparently very human. Like itself, Superman was not of this world and had attended this very school under the assumed identity of Clark Kent, and had been exposed to similar inquiries regarding his appearance among the Kent family.
"Man, I totally bombed that math quiz."
As the students were gathering their materials, having been dismissed from the educational indoctrination of the day, one of the humans had addressed the matrix. "Old man's gonna wanna whip me when he sees my grade, but CPC's comin' for another home inspection tonight I think," the red-headed youth added, reinforcing previous statement which indicated that the environment in which he was occupying was not entirely safe or stable. A most curious thing, for a species to continue existence required the development and maturation of biological off-spring. To maturate such future generations in unhealthy environments went against the foundations of survival. And yet, there were many aspects of humans which were not attributable to logic. "You think you could help me with the math homework again?"
A query. A response was required, however youth speaking to one another did not ordinarily subscribe to the grammatical rules of their language. "Yeah," the matrix answered, selecting an informal reply. The other youth nodded, but continued to stay in close proximity. This was an indication that minor, social interaction of a casual nature was required. Reviewing the day's activities, the matrix selected what it estimated to be an apt topic for conversation. "I thought the math quiz was better 'n that history test."
"You didn't get the answer key? Jerry Knowles got a copy and sent it out on Facebook and everything!" the other youth said, clearly indicating that he had participated in the examination through subterfuge. And just as clearly indicating that 'Chris' was not in the right social circles for the sharing of information. The matrix took note of that last fact as the pair of boys exited out of the school. THe sound of an air horn connected to a terrestrial land transport unit revealed an aged pick-up. A 1980 Chevy 1600 light truck, the tailgate of which had rusted through. "Hey, you wanna ride? We pass by your aunt's place," the red-headed boy remarked, slinging his backpack into the open bed of thr truck before climbing into the vehicle.
"Naw, my aunt's gonna pick me up at the Seven-Eleven on the way back from shoppin' or something," the matrix answered, selecting a ready loaded scenario for just this ocassion.
"That's, like, a whole mile from here!"
"I like the walk."
"Whatev," the other boy remarked, tapping on the glass rear window as the truck.
The matrix watched as the vehicle pulled away, waving in the customary physical gesture of expressing farewell as the truck vanished in a cloud of dust as it traveled down the dirt road. And then stood there, with the backpack slung over one shoulder. A backpack which briefly took on a slick, gray sheen before it appeared to melt into the boy's body.
And then he started to fade, the scenery behind him bleeding through as the child seemed to slowly cease to exist.
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Last edited by Bounce; 10-24-2013 at 05:14 AM. Reason: Tweaking after talking with Andy some more.
Alright; setting this space aside for something green and unloved.
~ Watch this space ~