Player Name:DeathstrokeSW

Character: Ultraman (Kru-Il)

Power and Abilities: All those of the Normal Superman

Affiliation (Justice League, HAMMER, X-Men, etc): None, Pissibly rime Syndiate.

Alignment (Good/Evil/Walking the Line):Evil.

Character Notes (Anything you would like to expand on [Established Rogues, NPCs, etc]):Inspired mostly by N52 Earth THree Ultraman, however, I did wanna put my own spin on him. 

Background and Story So Far: Ultraman's story does not begin on Earth. Nor does it even begin with his birth. His story begins with his Father. Just as Zod staged a coup d'état, and sent his son to Eartth, Jor-Il, Renowned Kryptonian scientist defended Krypton. Jor-Il fought against Zod, and secured Kru-Il's place on Earth. 

Fearing for his child's life, Jor-Il made recordings for the child to listen to as he drifted through space, swiftly making his way towards earth. The messages of power, strength, and self preservation and superiority of the self above all else were hammered into the child. As he crashlanded into a Minnesotan snowfield, he was discovered by John and Mary Taggert. The Taggerts took the boy in, raising him until he was seven, wherein they tried to abandon him. He promptly responded by burning their house down and burying them in the backyard. Not trusting humans thanks to the harsh messages from his father, Kru-Il bounced from foster home to foster home, merely passing the time as his body developed. When Superman revealed himself, Kru-Il instantly knew: He was not the last of his kind. But as he watched this Kryptonian, he grew into a sort of contempt for the other. This so-called "Superman" was selfless, compassionate. Where was his individual drive, his need for strength? 

In the end, Kru-Il knew that he himself should be revealed to the world, but not as one of these "Superheroes." No, Kru-Il would serve only himself and his own aims and kill anyone who gets in his way. Thus, donning his father's old suit placed in the spacecraft he was ferried in, Ultraman was born. And the earth has Yet to See what he can really do.

Roster Picture:

Sample Post: 

Metropolis, Day. 

The city shines in early morning light, early risers and work commuters walk the streets, some with purpose, others with lizard like lassitude. Husbands kiss wives goodbye, and sons wave mothers farewell. Buses chauffeur their fares, and taxis stride the roads with an obnoxious overconfidence. All of this is carried out with the normal humdrum of life; children rush to school, adults to work.

From atop his perch on the Globe of the Daily Planet, Ultraman sees all of this, but it is not what he is looking for. He searches the city for a suitable way to make his mark, to make his presence known, to force these humans to feel his presence. Ultraman cracked his neck, and as he did so, the words of his father drifted through his head. 

[I]Stay strong, my son; for only the [b] STRONGEST[/b] will survive.[/I]

Searching through the busy streets, he finally finds what he is looking for, Shifting his weight forward, Ultraman plunges into free-fall, letting the plunge force wind into his face, savoring the adrenaline rush. After fifteen stories, he pulled up, shifting into supersonic flight. Picking up speed, he became little more than a red-blue blur as the sound barrier broke. 

FROM HERE ITS WIP