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Name: Clark kent
Alias: None, as of yet.
Species: Kryptonian
Power/Ability Set: Fuelled by the yellow sun of the Solar System, Clark's power set is something not even fully known to himself. Incredible strength, durability, flight, eye lasers and senses many times more capable than a human's are but the most obvious representations of this. As he has grown older and gained greater control of his ability to harness the power of the sun, his capabilities, and the extremity of them, has only increased.
Personality:
Clark is a good man, and that has defined him for as long as anyone can remember, that and a determined desire to stay out of trouble, don't draw attention. A Kansas boy with the powers of a god, the Kents raised their adoptive son to treat anyone with respect, and he finds the crass rudeness that has lately defined American politics and society to be utterly at odds with the America he knows from his hometown. These two sides of Clark, the man who wants to do good, and the man who wants to stay low, cannot always co-exist, increasingly they are challenged, and soon he must pick one.
Biography:
Kal'el may hail from Krypton, light years from Earth, but Clark Kent was born and raised in Smallville, Kansas. A farm boy in nurture if not blood, Clark knew more animals then people practically until High School. He never seemed to excel at school, although several teachers, the ones who actually noticed such things and weren't just in it for an easy pass shouting at kids, reported a profound sense that the boy, then young man, was holding himself back, not living up to his potential. Clark didn't exactly make any friends either, sure very few people disliked him, most hardly knew him. He passed through school about as much as a ghost as one could. He turned down offers to join various sports teams, despite his prototypical build, and clear physical health. Once he had his diploma, he was out of Smallville.
Clark didn't apply for any universities, he went straight to the East Coast. He walked into three separate Ivy League universities. Professors and Heads of departments laughed at the country boy breezing in an expecting to be heard. They laughed less when in five minutes he solved problems they had entire teams working on. Entire teams of PhD researchers. Kent also walked into the big sports schools, came as a walk on, for Football teams across the coast. He almost drowned in the number of welcome packs he was sent after footage of this freak athlete began circulating around the coaches. In the end, the attention made him panic, and so he looked for something faceless, the kind of person who's never noticed, not really, but always there, watching. The Daily Planet just happened to be the first port of call, and Clark, impressive in his interview, was offered an unpaid internship, on account of his low grades. Two years later and Clark is a full time reporter, the only one on staff without any form of degree or other qualification.
The young man turned reporter has covered the election exhaustively, and with such enthusiasm as to 'almost' overshadow the darling of Metropolis journalism, Lois Lane. Nobody talks about second best journalists though, just like Clark wants it.
