Post by Kal-El on Jan 17, 2009 3:43:31 GMT -5
Name: Clark Joseph Kent
Secret Identity: Superman
Age: 19
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 225 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Build: Clark is built as any 19 year old born and raised on a Kansas farm. Far from looking like a professional bodybuilder, Clark looks more along the lines of a college quarterback. His hair is kept fairly short, and usually he remembers to shave, but from time to time sports a 5 o'clock shadow.
General Description: He usually wears a t-shirt--more often than not blue in color-- and jeans. Durability is the name of the fashion game when you live on an operating farm, and his fashion sense hasn't changed since he moved to Metropolis.
Personality: Clark is an easy going guy. He struggles more and more as he learns about himself and his every growing array of powers.
Powers: At this point, he's discovered super speed, super strength, invulnerability -- limited -- super senses, super vision, etc. lol, he's Superman, c'mon, lol
Weakness: magic, kryptonite, kryptonians, lead, solar energy, psionics
History: Kal-El was sent to Earth by his parents when he was just an infant. His home planet, Krypton, was doomed and his parents knew that he was meant for great things. He traveled through the universe, crash landing in a field in Smallville, Kansas where he was discovered by Martha and Jonathan Kent. They raised him as their own, naming him Clark. But it wasn't long before the boy began showing he was different. He was stronger than all the other boys, faster. And it grew exponentially as he did. By the time he was in junior high, he could lift Jonathan's tractors out of waist high mud, or make it to Metropolis and back in a matter of seconds. It was hard for him though. He never got to know what it was like to throw the winning touchdown, or hit the home run to win the game. Young Clark devoted himself to school work and farm work, while learning more about himself and his heritage, as well as how to be human. Clark recently moved to Metropolis, where he attends Metropolis U on scholarship. He continues to learn about himself and his powers, with the assistance of his cousin, Kara Zor-El.
Sample Post:
Phrase: Stan lee is a Comic God
Secret Identity: Superman
Age: 19
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 225 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Build: Clark is built as any 19 year old born and raised on a Kansas farm. Far from looking like a professional bodybuilder, Clark looks more along the lines of a college quarterback. His hair is kept fairly short, and usually he remembers to shave, but from time to time sports a 5 o'clock shadow.
General Description: He usually wears a t-shirt--more often than not blue in color-- and jeans. Durability is the name of the fashion game when you live on an operating farm, and his fashion sense hasn't changed since he moved to Metropolis.
Personality: Clark is an easy going guy. He struggles more and more as he learns about himself and his every growing array of powers.
Powers: At this point, he's discovered super speed, super strength, invulnerability -- limited -- super senses, super vision, etc. lol, he's Superman, c'mon, lol
Weakness: magic, kryptonite, kryptonians, lead, solar energy, psionics
History: Kal-El was sent to Earth by his parents when he was just an infant. His home planet, Krypton, was doomed and his parents knew that he was meant for great things. He traveled through the universe, crash landing in a field in Smallville, Kansas where he was discovered by Martha and Jonathan Kent. They raised him as their own, naming him Clark. But it wasn't long before the boy began showing he was different. He was stronger than all the other boys, faster. And it grew exponentially as he did. By the time he was in junior high, he could lift Jonathan's tractors out of waist high mud, or make it to Metropolis and back in a matter of seconds. It was hard for him though. He never got to know what it was like to throw the winning touchdown, or hit the home run to win the game. Young Clark devoted himself to school work and farm work, while learning more about himself and his heritage, as well as how to be human. Clark recently moved to Metropolis, where he attends Metropolis U on scholarship. He continues to learn about himself and his powers, with the assistance of his cousin, Kara Zor-El.
Sample Post:
It didn't take long for Clark to realize he wasn't in Smallville anymore. He had only been in Metropolis for a few hours and already had seen 3 people mugged in alleys, 2 carjackings and a hit and run auto accident. This city would test him in ways Smallville never could.
"At least I can call home anytime," he thought. His hand moved to check the inside pocket of his khaki colored Carhardt jacket. "Mom and dad won't believe how crazy it's already been and I haven't even gotten to Met U."
He continues walking for a while, until finally pausing briefly to consult his mini-map of Metropolis' campus district. He leans against a building while trying to make sense of the jumbled mess of dots, dashes lines and circles that are supposed to represent Metropolis' streets and landmarks. Suddenly he is pushed into the alley just a few feet away. He is taken back to see three mid-teen boys, two with handguns, pointing them at him.
"Give us your money and your cellphone! Now loser!"
"All your jewelry too!"
Clark is taken back by this, unable to move for a few seconds. The first assailant, one with a gun reaches forward to grab the wallet out of Clark's hand. but as he wraps his fingers around the worn leather wallet and pulls, nothing happens. Clark remains still, and his wallet doesn't budge.
The second armed man presses his gun to Clark's temple.
"Wait wait wait wait wait! You guys don't want to do this, seriously. Just walk away, please. I don't want anyone to get hurt," Clark blurts out.
The three laugh heartily. Then the second decides it's time. He squeezes the trigger. With a loud bang, the pistol in his hands explodes with a burst of flame. The bullet apparently ricocheted right back into the cylinder destroying the gun. The first armed assailant fires a shot from his distance. The bullet angles off of the side of Clark's head, finding a place in the brick building beside him.
With a quick smirk, Clark grabs one thug in each hand, and with no effort tosses them at their partner, now running out of the alley. He walks over, picks up the non-damaged gun by the barrel and sqeezes tightly. When he drops the gun, it's shaft is squeezed as thin as a number two pencil. Clark then emerges from the alley and continues on his way to MU.
"Yeah, I'm definitely not in Smallville anymore."
"At least I can call home anytime," he thought. His hand moved to check the inside pocket of his khaki colored Carhardt jacket. "Mom and dad won't believe how crazy it's already been and I haven't even gotten to Met U."
He continues walking for a while, until finally pausing briefly to consult his mini-map of Metropolis' campus district. He leans against a building while trying to make sense of the jumbled mess of dots, dashes lines and circles that are supposed to represent Metropolis' streets and landmarks. Suddenly he is pushed into the alley just a few feet away. He is taken back to see three mid-teen boys, two with handguns, pointing them at him.
"Give us your money and your cellphone! Now loser!"
"All your jewelry too!"
Clark is taken back by this, unable to move for a few seconds. The first assailant, one with a gun reaches forward to grab the wallet out of Clark's hand. but as he wraps his fingers around the worn leather wallet and pulls, nothing happens. Clark remains still, and his wallet doesn't budge.
The second armed man presses his gun to Clark's temple.
"Wait wait wait wait wait! You guys don't want to do this, seriously. Just walk away, please. I don't want anyone to get hurt," Clark blurts out.
The three laugh heartily. Then the second decides it's time. He squeezes the trigger. With a loud bang, the pistol in his hands explodes with a burst of flame. The bullet apparently ricocheted right back into the cylinder destroying the gun. The first armed assailant fires a shot from his distance. The bullet angles off of the side of Clark's head, finding a place in the brick building beside him.
With a quick smirk, Clark grabs one thug in each hand, and with no effort tosses them at their partner, now running out of the alley. He walks over, picks up the non-damaged gun by the barrel and sqeezes tightly. When he drops the gun, it's shaft is squeezed as thin as a number two pencil. Clark then emerges from the alley and continues on his way to MU.
"Yeah, I'm definitely not in Smallville anymore."
Phrase: Stan lee is a Comic God
