Post by Outrajs on Jul 13, 2019 16:01:49 GMT -5
I'd like to introduce you to Wyvern. She is a superhero I made up for a role playing game i was in. I loved her so much (and it killed me when she died...twice) that I decided to create a full blown story for her. I think she would be someone worth reading about. So that being said, I am posting her backstory here...right to the point where she gets her powers. Let me know (and specific examples would be most helpful) what you think. If there are original superheroes or villians that you want me to put her up against in the ensuing plot lines (I have a year to cover from when her backstory ends to when she was introduced into the game) let me know that too! If you want to draw...God bless you! But here it is!
Background:
“Dead. They’re dead. How do you tell a four-year-old that her parents are dead? Nadia, Sweetheart…this is Mrs. Kemper. Mrs. Kemper is going to take you somewhere you can stay for a while. She is a nice lady. Mrs. Kemper, is she going to be staying with a family member?”
“Where are Mommy and Daddy?”
“We couldn’t find any living relatives. She is completely alone. We are taking her to a group home.”
“Mrs. Kemper, she is all yours.”
“But where are Mommy and Daddy?”
“Come along Nadia, Dear.”
“No! Where are Mommy and Daddy?”
“Now, don’t cause a scene Young Lady! Let’s go this minute!”
“MOMMY! DADDY! Where are Mommy and Daddy? I WANT MY MOMMY AND DADDY! Put me down! MOMMY! DADDY!” …
4 YEARS LATER
“Her name is Nadia. Look at that pretty face! You’ll have to pay more for the gingers. You’ll have her for an hour. No marks on her face or I’ll have to charge you for it.”
“Come here pretty, little girl. Such a pretty girl. I just want to get to know you better.”
“Ye-es, Sir. Right away Sir.”
3 YEARS LATER
“One of those superhero types found her in a storm ditch by the Thames. Looks like someone near beat her to death. Fractured leg. Broken collar bone. Shattered left arm. Some crushing around her eye socket. Dislocated shoulder. It’s a wonder she is even alive at this point.”
“But she is just a child! She’s hardly older than a baby! Her parents must be worried sick about her!”
“No one has alerted the police to a missing girl fitting her description. The medical team has found evidence of repeated physical and sexual abuse. She’s hardly more than a street rat. She’s lucky she was found before she washed into the Thames, otherwise she would be just another body right now, if they ever found her at all.”
“So what happens to her now?”
“Social Services has been notified. They will be along after she has a chance to recover a bit. If she doesn’t have a family then most likely she is going to a group home.”
“What if I took her?”
“Dr. Maxwell, she is your first street urchin, isn’t she? You have only been at hospital for a few weeks. You can’t save them all. You can’t adopt every child who is admitted.”
“Dr. Landsing, I know that. But I can at least save this one! Hasn’t she been through enough? Under that mop of tangles and all that mud and bruising is a little girl. A person. A HUMAN BEING! You are a doctor. How can you just forget that?”
“Fine, Dr. Maxwell. I will recommend Social Services place her in your care. But remember, I warned you.”
3 YEARS LATER
“Dr. Maxwell, I’ve asked Nadia to wait outside. I think it is time to discuss her options.”
“Headmaster Lempke, we both know she is at genius level, possibly beyond that. She finished her primary education and was valedictorian. Maybe she should be allowed to make her own decisions at this point.”
“Dr. Maxwell, when you brought her the Wycombe Abbey School, she hadn’t even a year of schooling as far as we could tell. She basically completed 12 years of schooling in three years! She is unprecedented.”
“Not bad for a…what did you call her when she first arrived? A guttersnipe ready for the rubbish heap?”
“I was mistaken. I never should have said that…”
“Damn right you never should have said it! But she stayed because Headmistress Kellerman took her under her wing and treated her with the respect and dignity she needed and deserved. You were just a professor at the time…succeeding to the Headmaster position and inheriting the most remarkable mind in an age! You should be out there right now begging her forgiveness.”
“Dr. Maxwell, there is a school in the United States for gifted youngsters. Their Professor Xavier has contacted me a number of times inquiring about her. He wants your permission to run some tests…”
“Which that trumped-up pikey pillock will never get! Nadia will make her own decisions about where she goes next.”
“You are wasting her potential! She could go anywhere! She could do anything! She just needs the proper education!”
“Headmaster Lempke, she will do as she pleases. At this point, you have no more say in her education.”
3 YEARS LATER
“Valedictorian again? At Oxford University? Nadia, Darling! You are amazing! Proud doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
“Thank you Mother. It may have just been too easy. I should have pushed myself harder! I decided to go to University College London’s graduate program. I will have full and completely unrestricted access to the labs at all times and a grant for my study! Mother, I can continue my work on the “X” Gene. I am so close to my breakthrough. I will be able to give anyone superpowers!”
“Nadia, you have been working on this “X” Gene for years. You need to let it go. You could be curing cancer…the common cold…anything. This “X” Gene is taking you away from all that.”
“Mother, a metahuman saved me! A human didn’t and quite possibly couldn’t. If there were more metas, more people, children, could be saved from death! I am helping humanity with this study! I want everyone to have that chance!”
4 YEARS LATER
“Reginald, pass me the injection gun…”
“No!”
“Reginald!”
“I’m not going to let you kill yourself. I’m certainly not going to be party to it.”
“Reginald, hand me the gun! I have been working on this formula for years. Since before I was an undergrad! This will change the world! I can’t get clearance for human trials. So this is the only way! Give me the injection gun!”
“No.”
“REGINALD!”
“I’m not going to be a part of your suicide.”
“Then leave.”
“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Good day, Sir!”
“NADIA!”
“I said, ‘Good day!’”
“Get that away from your arm! No! Nadia! Don’t do it! No! Nadia? Nadia! Wake-up! Don’t close your eyes! Stay with me! Stay with me! No! Nadia! Wake-up! SOMEONE CALL FOR AN AMBULANCE! Wake-up, Nadia! Please…”
Upon waking, Nadia was alone on the floor in her lab. Her skin was hot. It burned as if it were on fire. Then she saw it…balls of flame resting in the palms of her hands. She screamed as she lunged to her feet. She thrust her burning hands under cold water at the sink. The flames scorched and burned her. The water felt as if her skin was melting off! The flames fizzled out and large, puss-filled blisters rose up on her hands. Terrified, she passed out.
Sometime later Reginald was staring down at her face. She was strapped to a gurney inside an ambulance…
1 YEAR LATER…
Background:
“Dead. They’re dead. How do you tell a four-year-old that her parents are dead? Nadia, Sweetheart…this is Mrs. Kemper. Mrs. Kemper is going to take you somewhere you can stay for a while. She is a nice lady. Mrs. Kemper, is she going to be staying with a family member?”
“Where are Mommy and Daddy?”
“We couldn’t find any living relatives. She is completely alone. We are taking her to a group home.”
“Mrs. Kemper, she is all yours.”
“But where are Mommy and Daddy?”
“Come along Nadia, Dear.”
“No! Where are Mommy and Daddy?”
“Now, don’t cause a scene Young Lady! Let’s go this minute!”
“MOMMY! DADDY! Where are Mommy and Daddy? I WANT MY MOMMY AND DADDY! Put me down! MOMMY! DADDY!” …
4 YEARS LATER
“Her name is Nadia. Look at that pretty face! You’ll have to pay more for the gingers. You’ll have her for an hour. No marks on her face or I’ll have to charge you for it.”
“Come here pretty, little girl. Such a pretty girl. I just want to get to know you better.”
“Ye-es, Sir. Right away Sir.”
3 YEARS LATER
“One of those superhero types found her in a storm ditch by the Thames. Looks like someone near beat her to death. Fractured leg. Broken collar bone. Shattered left arm. Some crushing around her eye socket. Dislocated shoulder. It’s a wonder she is even alive at this point.”
“But she is just a child! She’s hardly older than a baby! Her parents must be worried sick about her!”
“No one has alerted the police to a missing girl fitting her description. The medical team has found evidence of repeated physical and sexual abuse. She’s hardly more than a street rat. She’s lucky she was found before she washed into the Thames, otherwise she would be just another body right now, if they ever found her at all.”
“So what happens to her now?”
“Social Services has been notified. They will be along after she has a chance to recover a bit. If she doesn’t have a family then most likely she is going to a group home.”
“What if I took her?”
“Dr. Maxwell, she is your first street urchin, isn’t she? You have only been at hospital for a few weeks. You can’t save them all. You can’t adopt every child who is admitted.”
“Dr. Landsing, I know that. But I can at least save this one! Hasn’t she been through enough? Under that mop of tangles and all that mud and bruising is a little girl. A person. A HUMAN BEING! You are a doctor. How can you just forget that?”
“Fine, Dr. Maxwell. I will recommend Social Services place her in your care. But remember, I warned you.”
3 YEARS LATER
“Dr. Maxwell, I’ve asked Nadia to wait outside. I think it is time to discuss her options.”
“Headmaster Lempke, we both know she is at genius level, possibly beyond that. She finished her primary education and was valedictorian. Maybe she should be allowed to make her own decisions at this point.”
“Dr. Maxwell, when you brought her the Wycombe Abbey School, she hadn’t even a year of schooling as far as we could tell. She basically completed 12 years of schooling in three years! She is unprecedented.”
“Not bad for a…what did you call her when she first arrived? A guttersnipe ready for the rubbish heap?”
“I was mistaken. I never should have said that…”
“Damn right you never should have said it! But she stayed because Headmistress Kellerman took her under her wing and treated her with the respect and dignity she needed and deserved. You were just a professor at the time…succeeding to the Headmaster position and inheriting the most remarkable mind in an age! You should be out there right now begging her forgiveness.”
“Dr. Maxwell, there is a school in the United States for gifted youngsters. Their Professor Xavier has contacted me a number of times inquiring about her. He wants your permission to run some tests…”
“Which that trumped-up pikey pillock will never get! Nadia will make her own decisions about where she goes next.”
“You are wasting her potential! She could go anywhere! She could do anything! She just needs the proper education!”
“Headmaster Lempke, she will do as she pleases. At this point, you have no more say in her education.”
3 YEARS LATER
“Valedictorian again? At Oxford University? Nadia, Darling! You are amazing! Proud doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
“Thank you Mother. It may have just been too easy. I should have pushed myself harder! I decided to go to University College London’s graduate program. I will have full and completely unrestricted access to the labs at all times and a grant for my study! Mother, I can continue my work on the “X” Gene. I am so close to my breakthrough. I will be able to give anyone superpowers!”
“Nadia, you have been working on this “X” Gene for years. You need to let it go. You could be curing cancer…the common cold…anything. This “X” Gene is taking you away from all that.”
“Mother, a metahuman saved me! A human didn’t and quite possibly couldn’t. If there were more metas, more people, children, could be saved from death! I am helping humanity with this study! I want everyone to have that chance!”
4 YEARS LATER
“Reginald, pass me the injection gun…”
“No!”
“Reginald!”
“I’m not going to let you kill yourself. I’m certainly not going to be party to it.”
“Reginald, hand me the gun! I have been working on this formula for years. Since before I was an undergrad! This will change the world! I can’t get clearance for human trials. So this is the only way! Give me the injection gun!”
“No.”
“REGINALD!”
“I’m not going to be a part of your suicide.”
“Then leave.”
“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Good day, Sir!”
“NADIA!”
“I said, ‘Good day!’”
“Get that away from your arm! No! Nadia! Don’t do it! No! Nadia? Nadia! Wake-up! Don’t close your eyes! Stay with me! Stay with me! No! Nadia! Wake-up! SOMEONE CALL FOR AN AMBULANCE! Wake-up, Nadia! Please…”
Upon waking, Nadia was alone on the floor in her lab. Her skin was hot. It burned as if it were on fire. Then she saw it…balls of flame resting in the palms of her hands. She screamed as she lunged to her feet. She thrust her burning hands under cold water at the sink. The flames scorched and burned her. The water felt as if her skin was melting off! The flames fizzled out and large, puss-filled blisters rose up on her hands. Terrified, she passed out.
Sometime later Reginald was staring down at her face. She was strapped to a gurney inside an ambulance…
1 YEAR LATER…