Hat-kina Medyn Soor comes from the distant world of Xamenid, a peaceful, spacefaring world with a kingdom built on interplanetary trade. The Xamenidians are somewhat notorious for their strict caste system, which generally serves to separate the wealthy elite ruling class from everyone else, with said wealthy elite living in luxurious and beautiful locations on the planet surface and the lower and middle classes living in less desirable locations on the planet or in sprawling, cosmopolitan satellite cities far overhead. Medyn Soor was born to one of the wealthy families, and after a brief succession crisis put her childless aunt on the throne, she was named the crown princess of Xamenid. This of course meant that she grew up in the lap of luxury, with every need and want fulfilled and a guarantee of safety and comfort for the rest of her life.

Strangely enough, such a life was never appealing to Medyn Soor, even at a young age. She never much enjoyed all the rituals and appropriate recreational activities for someone of her social status and craved something more exciting in her life. Such an idea seemed hopeless, but when she was eight years old and attending yet another gala thrown to impress and entertain a foreign dignitary, she happened to meet the dignitary's teen-aged daughter, who promised to show her something really exciting. Smuggling her off the planet to one of the massive urban satellites overhead, the dignitary's daughter took a disguised Medyn Soor to see the Stellaris Racing competition held that day. The Stellaris races were an immensely popular sport all across the known galaxy, involving high-speed and incredibly dangerous starship races across strange alien worlds and landscapes, and Medyn Soor fell in love with them almost instantly. She began following all the races with a religious fervor, regularly sneaking out of the palace to watch them in secret , learning by heart all the technical terminology behind the races, and secretly dreaming that one day she would get the chance to race herself. She also became more comfortable with the crime-rife, squalid environments of the satellite cities, over time even beginning to see them as a second home and even making a few friends with the "unwashed masses", as some of her auntie's courtiers called them. Then when she was thirteen, she heard rumors that her favorite Stellaris pilot was going to be debuting an experimental prototype engine, she knew she just had to get a look at it before everyone else did.

Her plan was simple. She would "borrow" a pilot uniform to wear, sneak into the hanger where the car was kept, and fawn over the fancy new hardware. Everything went as planned, and donned in the form-fitting red suit, she crept into the secret hanger and saw the blue glow of the new engine for the very first time. Mere sightseeing wasn't enough for her though, so she quickly jumped into the pilot seat to switch it on, eager to see the new engine running. The engine roared to life, and Medyn Soor was ecstatic, happily gunning the engine a little bit to listen to the sound of it running. When she got out of the vehicle, however, her foot caught on one of the control levers which accidentally backed the vehicle into the wall, cracking the engine casing, throwing her against the wall, and alerting the staff two rooms over to her presence. Panicking and shell-shocked, Medyn Soor scrambled to her feet and tried to scan the room for an escape route, before hearing a strange hissing noise and turning to look at the damaged engine. She barely had time to utter a swearword before the engine block exploded, showering her with the blue plasma powering the ex-engine, transforming her body and propelling her through two sets of walls. The blue plasma worked quickly, and in her blind panic Medyn Soor didn't even realize that the she was unharmed and still on her feet after being propelled through the walls, and simply ran away, only pausing when she realized that she had been running nonstop for much longer than normal, and wasn't even out of breath yet. Overwhelmed by her new super-senses, she tore off the helmet and clutched at her head in confusion, then got a glance at her reflection in a puddle of fetid water on the ground. She didn't have a scratch on her from the chaotic explosion, and her eyes were glowing blue.

It took her a month or two to come to terms with her strange new abilities, and learning to use them while also learning to control them and keep them hidden from her royal family took even longer, but when she felt she had mastered said abilities, she began thinking of what she could us them for. Looking at the pilot suit she still had from when she was involved in the accident that gave Medyn Soor her new abilities, she got a very interesting idea. She had come to terms with the fact that she would never be able to become a Stellaris pilot a while ago, understanding that by the time she became old enough to even begin training, she would not be able to balance that with her royal duties, and even if she could, such a huge breach of class structures would create a scandal big enough to bring down the entire monarchy, and Medyn Soor would never forgive herself for doing that. But now? With her new abilities, she could easily be a match for the honed reflexes and veteran instincts of the best Stellaris pilots, perhaps even surpassing them, so why not use them for a few years of living out a pipe dream before she settled into monarchical rule? Realizing she needed a disguise, Medyn Soor planned out her alternate identity as a mysterious new Stellaris Racer from a distant planet far beyond known space, tailored the "borrowed" pilot suit to fit her and match her new blue color scheme, selling some of her ugly yet expensive dresses to get the money for a starship, and entered in the next Stellaris Races as the mysterious and heroic Blue Shift.

Blue Shift became an overnight sensation in the Xamenidian League Circuit after the very first race, coming in third place ahead of many experienced Stellaris pilots. No newcomer had ever finished so far ahead on their first match, let alone one that was as young as she was. For five years Blue Shift became a public sensation, appearing only to compete in the races, wowing spectators with death-defying stunts and impossible come from behind finishes, and vanishing shortly afterwards. Medyn Soor could not be happier with her secret identity of a famous Stellaris pilot, and she loved not only the thrill of the races or the prestige of victory, but the inspiration that her victories gave the downtrodden people of Xamenid. And of course her royal family had no idea what she was doing, they were just happy that she was so happy all the time. But of course, this was an arrangement that wasn't meant to last.

Most of the other Stellaris pilots liked or at least begrudingingly respected Blue Shift, admiring her commitment to the sport at such a young age and her charismatic attitude. The Stellaris pilot and noble Merco de Vesocia, however despised the young upstart, no matter how talented she was. She had snatched first place from his clutches one too many times, and his hatred for the populist brat knew no equal. Unafraid to resort to dirty tactics, he had his servants investigate Blue Shift, and quickly discovered her identity as the crown princess of Xamenid, Hat-kina Medyn Soor. It would be so satisfying to reveal her identity to the royal family and watch the brat be dragged kicking and screaming back home, but his hatred was so intense that he felt the need to punish not only her but the entire royal household as well. Thus he leaked her identity to the Aaru Dominion, an empire inhabiting a nearby system that was in a power struggle with the Xamenids over control of trade in the region. With Vesocia's help, they plotted to kidnap the princess during the races and use her as a bargaining chip to force the Xamenids to transfer their trade power for her safe return. Then the Dominion would kill the princess anyway, the Xamenids would collapse economically and politically, and the Dominion would swoop in and conquer them. They sent their best starfighters and a squadron of troops to apprehend Blue Shift. The plan failed when the crowd swarmed the soldiers to protect their hero, and the other Stellaris pilots interfered with the Aaru starfighter's pursuit, letting Medyn Soor escape via lightspeed travel. The damage taken during the fight and the sudden jump to lightspeed, however, meant that Medyn Soor couldn't quite control the ship, and she managed to crash hard on a tiny blue planet called Earth.

Medyn Soor and her starship were quickly apprehended by the extraterrestrial affairs agency Overwatch Twelve, who nursed Medyn Soor back to health after her traumatic crash, managed to repair the damage to her ship, and established communication with her, letting her explain who she was and where she had come from. She realized that she couldn't leave the planet because the Dominion might still be looking for her, and she asked for asylum, which was granted without hesitation. Boredom soon set in again without the exciting distraction of Stellaris racing, and even her occasionally assisting Overwatch Twelve in their activities wasn't enough to shake the feeling of dissatisfaction. An agent she complained about this to couldn't understand why, in his words "you would ever be bored with these kinds of powers. I mean, you're like a superhero, aren't you?"

A superhero. The concept was intriguing to Medyn Soor, and she began to study the idea more thoroughly. It never occurred to her to use those amazing abilities she got from the exploding engine to fight crime, and she couldn't understand why. Being a hero looked like just as much fun as being a Stellaris pilot, and the inspired cheers for the superhero who saved the day reminded her so much of the cheers Blue Shift received when she made a narrow first place finish. Working with a few field agents she had befriended during her time at the secret base, she convinced the O12 High Command to set her up with a place to live and work as the superhero Blue Shift based in New Skywell. The High Command agreed, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Superhuman strength - Many martial artists and body builders are said to have muscles of wood, or legs like tree trunks. For Gorm, this is true, and with his extra weight he can both pack a mean punch and easily move or lift things that humans would need advanced machines for.

Plant growth - Gorm is a living plant, and can therefore grow as he wishes. He can even transform his own body entirely if there should be a need for it. So far he has kept a basically humanoid body, but could create an extra pair of arms, a tail, spikes, stingers, vines… Anything, given enough sunlight and water. This growth is super-accelerated compared to the natural growth of plants in this dimension. An arm would take about three minutes to grow from scratch.

Dimensional travel - Gorm’s race can travel to other dimensions at will. This is because they are rooted into the essence of the earth and the dimensions are only different perspectives to his race. While he moves in one dimension he will also move in all the others.

Melding 1 - The cells that make up Gorm’s body is fundamentally different to those found in this dimension. They can change at will into pretty much any substance or material, ledning all pros and cons of that material to Gorm. There must be present a large enough sample for this to work. At least enough to be held in both hands.

Melding 2 - This more advanced technique builds upon the first melding. Gorm’s cells will take on the properties of the material, and this will allow him to “go into” the material at will. Note that the material must exist in enough quantity to allow Gorm’s whole body to fit.

Biology A-student - While Gorm is not in detail familiar with this dimension or its flora and fauna, he does possess a deep understanding of its basic principles and can therefore deduce much information from very little, but he might be using the wrong words for humans to understand as well..

Plant empathy - Because Gorm is a plant, he shares an empathic bond with many plants just like a human would with a dog or a cat.

Sapling - Gorm can combine his anatomy with any plant in any dimension and “take over” their properties permanently.

Nothing to speak of.

Gorm never chose to be hero, he still hasn’t. He never became superhuman, he was born this way, just like millions of other dimensional travellers that have visited the human dimension in the past.

Gorm comes from a dimension of earth where the entire planet is dominated by plant life, animals are very few, and most of them are not even as evolved as our insects. this earth is stable, and rides around the sun in a smooth circular orbit, flanked by two moons. The moons orbit perfectly on each side of the planet, making floods almost a non-issue. In the middle of the largest continent stands the world tree. A massive thing several kilometers high and with a crown large enough to cover almost half the continent in darkness. Seven large roots seeks out each of the world seas to provide the tree with an almost unlimited amount of water. On land these roots are as tall as the highest wall, effectively dividing the land into six countries.
On the ground underneath it huge crown falls the seeds, and these are swallowed by the earth for many years before they too take root. They spew out long tendons which seeks out one of the seven great roots to share the water. As these seeds grow, they will eventually lose the need for these tendons, and once they are cut, the plant gains the ability to move around freely, unbound by the earth. Every seed the world tree drops has a mind, but it is empty, and naive. With the water from one of the seven seas comes experience, and the body of the grown plant is altered. Plants that has sucked salty water are pale and gangly, but rich with expressions, while plants that has drank from the clean underwater lakes grow big, but their minds are still young.
It is unknown to Gorm and his fellows if the world tree itself is sentient, it has never given any sign of it.

A few hundred years ago an asteroid hit earth, it landed in one of the world seas and caused a terrible tsunami that swept far into the large continent. Many plants drowned in the water, of were ripped apart by the force of the wave.
After that, the space rock sat at the bottom of the ocean for a while, not long, then it cracked, and something seeped out. The ocean turned pink in only a few weeks. Seaweed and plankton died en masse, and were replaced with tiny bacteria that fed on their bodies. Once they had fed, they started to fill the air with chemicals. A heavy smog rolled in from the sea, blocking the sunlight and killing smaller plants. Gorm and his companions climbed high up into the world tree to escape, and saw the entire planet enveloped in the noxious fumes. One by one trees, bushes, flowers, grass and weeds died, only the world tree and its children were spared, for now.

High up, a meeting was held, a solution must be found, or else they’d all die as well. The world tree already showed signs of illness. To save the tree and themselves they would all leave this dimension and search for one which could still support life, and bring the world tree there.
Gorm and his fellows travelled for many years. First in groups, but as they travelled through an infinite number of alternative earths they scattered. Gorm met many unusual things during this time, and he remembers it fondly.
One day Gorm stepped through the barrier into an empty planet. There was nothing around except for land, mountains, lakes and rivers. He had stumbled upon a perfect earth, one that for some reason hadn’t been able to spawn its own life even though everything needed was there.
He remembered where he was and set out again. He found his people and melded with them so that they would know as well. Each kept travelling for some time, to make sure that everyone still alive had heard the wonderful news. Then they all met at home.

The plan was as simple as it was unbearably hard. They would travel to a watery world and fill themselves with water. Then they would go back, and cut off the seven huge roots that connected the world tree to the earth. This was the dangerous part. If the tree died, no one knew what would happen, once uprooted, would they still be able to travel to a safe place? They had to take the chance.
Once the tree was free, everyone would hold on, and at the same time travel to the sanctuary and there they would set the world tree down and use their water to grow new roots for the tree.

Life felt strangely boring after that. Before, the days were filled with gardening, philosophy, scientific study, mapping of the planet and stars (all of which had to be redone) and many other things. But after spending the better part of a century jumping from one strange place to the next, staying in one place, doing the same things as before, it just felt boring. Also, being the only form of life on the planet didn’t help.
Many of his companions agreed, they needed more life, otherwise there could be no real ecosystem. Some of them began to travel again, Gorm one of them. They wished to find interesting plants and animals to fill their new earth with.

Gorm stepped into the human dimension late at night and managed to slip into trouble within a minute. He was in a large jungle somewhere, and it was filled to the brim with strange and interesting life forms. In the distance he heard a rumbling sound and walked toward it to see what it was. As he was about to walk through a large bush a great metal sword came through and took his right arm clean off.
Terrified, Gorm instantly turned and took off at his best speed. He didn’t even worry about the arm, he had plenty of water and could grow a new one later.
A scream pierced the droning sound and made him turn, that was not a good scream.
You could tell a lot from a scream, even if you didn’t hear all of it. For instance, there was a world of difference between a scream that said “Help, I’m backed in a corner and he has a knife!” and a scream that said “Help, I’m drunk out of my skull, have stepped on my own fingers and can’t get up!”
This scream was closer to the first one.

Not one to ignore someone (or thing) in danger, Gorm turned around and headed back. From afar he now saw great metal machines with sawblades attached on long arms, one of them had poked through the bush. All of the machines were lined up nicely, but one was in front of the line, and still going. In a glass compartment on top was some form of biological life form, but it seemed to be asleep, unconscious or dead. Other, similar life forms left their machines and came running for the rogue, but couldn’t seem to find a safe way to climb onto the thing. There was a river not far ahead, a pretty deep one as well, if they couldn’t help their companion it would probably end up in the water and drown.
Gorm did what he had to. He stepped into the river and rooted himself as far as he would go. He had placed himself directly in front of the machine and as expected, the thing hit him with full force. The machine nearly broke Gorm in half, but somehow he managed to hold it. The creatures were able to get their friend out, and were breathing easy. Thanking luck that a tree was growing in the middle of the river just like that. Gorm let the machine go, and ran away as the huge thing was half swallowed and half carried away by the water.

Gorm spent some time in the jungle, learning about this earth. Then he stepped out and made his presence known. Surprised that the humans he’d revealed himself to hadn’t been very surprised. They said that superhumans walked the earth. Mechanical monsters, visitors from other planets, ancient gods and mutants.

Interesting...

Herbert West, eminent surgeon, had heard all the jokes and for a few long years his fondest wish was finding a practice where no one had ever heard of either H.P.Lovecraft or Jeffrey Combs. That was before a group of vampires took over his hospital and forced him to perform experimental surgery on one of their own (the creatures head had been violently severed for its body and its cohorts insisted he "put it back"). This traumatic experience with some of the most famous monsters of Gothic horror perhaps piqued his curiosity and pushed him toward finally deciding to embrace his destiny. One dark, stormy night in his stately New England manor house he cracked open an old book to see if maybe Mary Shelly had been onto something.

Using John Does from the local morgue he set about his dark work, experimenting in his basement to create life. He succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.

The first year was rough. He obviously couldn't let Danny out of his house because, let's face it, that would raise some very uncomfortable question about where he'd come from. Fortunately he'd recognized where Frankenstein had gone wrong. What he had here was a child, and he resolved to treat it like one. His development was remarkable. In six months he was coordinated enough to let out of the basement, within the year he was speaking. within the next he and his father were talking shop about vintage cars and arguing about the quality of giant robot television shows. Despite these mutual loves Danny eventually grew listless, wondering about the world outside their door. Herbert realized that he had to let his boy spread his wings come what may, and sent him off in the car they'd built together to seek his fortune. Since then he's been riding across the country, occasionally foiling evildoers in the towns he's passed through. He's never actually been in a big city before.