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Character name: Clark Kent
Genre (TV/books/etc): Comic Book
Fandom: DC Comics
Canon point: There's no specific canon point, but he's taken from when he was sixteen. Clark's friends in the Legion of Superheroes sent a distress signal. He should've ended up in the 31st century, but instead he was sent here.
Why this Character and Canon point?: I think Clark Kent is one of the most fascinating characters that has ever existed. He's a being from another planet with the power to move planets, but has the biggest heart. He devotes himself to helping other people with his power rather than using it for his own selfish desires. Terrified and afraid of what he's capable of, Clark just wants to fit in. I love that about him. No matter how much it's slapped in his face that he doesn't belong here on Earth, he *actively tries* to continue to prove that this is home and that he's chosen to be here and protect it.
I love his attitude: that people deserve to be treated fairly, that people deserve a chance to be redeemed, and that no one should be judged because they're "different." Not only that, I like that he's very flawed. Despite his good intentions, they can somehow backfire on him because he expects so much from himself--that he expects the same from others.
I think it would be wonderful to see Clark, on his own, and in a unfamiliar place where his powers are useless to get him home. Not to mention interact with people who might seem to know more about him than even he knows himself - or the fact that they know his secret identity which would be terrifying for him. Plus, I know there's a Kara around, and considering Clark has always thought he was the sole survivor of his home planet, it'll be interesting to find out he has family.
Programmed Possession: The Kent farm. And, by Kent Farm, I really mean the house and the barn and not necessarily all of the farm. He lives in a bright yellow two-story house with a very homey atmosphere with 3 bedrooms, all upstairs, a spacious living room, and a large kitchen. Around back underneath the house he has a cellar. The Barn is also two stories where they keep hay, but is also what his parents call his loft his "Fortress of Solitude" where he has a telescope and a little hideaway with a desk, a couch, his comic books, and family heirlooms and pictures.
Abilities/Weaknesses: Clark’s body acts like a solar battery, storing and manipulating our yellow sun’s rays to fuel his cells allowing his skin to become invulnerable, strengthen his muscles enough to lift cars above his head and throw them as if they were baseballs, defy gravity and fly at supersonic speeds, as well as allowing his to move faster than a speeding bullet.
His lungs have a fill-capacity that is larger than most normal humans, and can blow a “freezing” breath. Clark is able to see through walls, shoot optic blasts from his eyes (heat vision), and can see from long distances (telescope vision). He has a severe allergic reaction to the meteor rock, kryptonite, a usually harmless mineral (often found in crystal form and green, though has been diluted and turned into other forms, and the mineral has several sub-properties that change the color and the extent of its reaction for Clark and the reaction varies depending on the color, even alter his personality). Should Clark ever be deprived from the sun's rays for an extended period of time, he might, in theory, lose his powers.
Psychology/Personality: Clark is a strong, independent, smart kid, with a very large shy streak. He's secretive, not because he doesn't want to let people in, but it's...been hard. Old habits and all that. He's loyal to his friends, never quick to judge or anger, though he has been known to throw one hell of a fit when he's angry. He has a large sense of responsibility and duty. He has an amazing work ethic, when he puts his mind to it, anyway. Generally, he's a happy person, an optimist, really, despite whatever's happened to him in the past.
Truth be told, his abilities sometimes scare him. He's over six feet tall, can take a bullet, and can squish a man without too much of an effort. He's in a constant state of control so that he doesn't harm anyone. When he's on a mission (for lack of a better word), he's all focused, precise, and concentrating on the objective at hand, but in real life, when he's not a "super man", he's just a goofy kid who is oh-so-very clumsy.
History: On one fateful night seventeen years ago, a rocket from space crash landed on earth causing a car to swerve off of the road. In the vehicle were martha and jonathon kent. Glad to be alive, they went to investigate and in the remains of a rocket was a tiny infant. Scooping him up, they decided that this was a sign from God and adopted this poor child.
Clark Kent wasn't like the other boys. He had a secret. He could do things, things that people only saw in movies and in comic books. But clark's parents did their best to help their son, and protect him. They knew the world wasn't safe for him if anyone found out, though they didn't know that was what to call him. For all anyone knew, Clark was just your average, mild-mannered teenanger. Even as a toddler, Clark showed signs of abilities far beyond mortal babies. He could fly, lift things ten times his weight, and he was faster than a speeding bullet.
As clark grew older, he did his best to be a good son. The Kents raised him with strong morals and an urgency to always do what's right. Then, one day, when Clark was eight years old, he helped save an old man by lifting a car. It was at this moment that Clark decided this was what he wanted to do with the rest of his life: help people. So, Clark Kent decided to hide his abilities, forced himself to become shy, quiet, and hold back. An unassuming and mild manned guy. With his mother's help, she created a costume for him based on the symbol and fabric from the blanket he was wrapped in from his ship - and he became known as Superboy.
Despite all this, to this day, he still wonders about who his parents were, what they were like, if they loved him.... So many questions and very few answers but Martha and Jonathon did their best to raise him. The older he got, though, the more different he felt, and not just because he was adopted. He's grateful for having Ma and Pa in his life, but he can't help but wonder about the life he could have had.
Arrival Post [holo]
The first time he time traveled, he vomited all over Saturn Girl's shoes. It was...embarrassing. He'd like to pretend that each time he shot through the timestream it was easier, but the truth was - he still got a little bit queasy. So, when he arrived at Legion HQ feeling bright as rain, he knew something was different because he was feeling pretty damn fine. "Brainy?" he said loudly as he glanced around the cold room and pressed against the circular, metallic chamber which might account for why he didn't feel so queasy. Had they hired an interior decorator that worked on the set of the Alien films and gotten an upgrade?
Clark took a few steps forward on the raised platform noticing the descending steps that led further out. "Well," he muttered to himself as he took in his new surroundings, "we're definitely not in Kansas, anymore." Biting his lower lip, he gingerly stepped down off the platform. "Cos!" he shouted. "Garth? You guys out there?"
Nothing. Only the hum of the consoles and the sound of electrical currents. Something was wrong. Clark ran his fingers through his hair, and as he did so - his heart skipped a beat. Pulling back his sleeve, his eyes widened. His thumbs brushed against the foul metal bracelet that fused to his skin. His skin. His invulnerable skin. "Great Scott," he said breathlessly and felt a cold chill run down his spine.
Where was he? Where was the Legion? What was this place?
Whoever - or whatever - brought him here had made a very big mistake. Pulling off his classes, and slipping them into the pocket of his jean jacket, Clark's eyes narrowed and opened his shirt revealing the bright red and yellow symbol on his chest. This looked like a job for... Well, y'know.
Additional Third Person Sample
Clark Kent was flying.
Not literally, mind you. That...was still a work in progress but after the events of the last year, it was the first time he'd felt...alive. The anger and the bitterness that he'd been holding on to for so long had added such a strain on his life: between himself and his friends, his family, and even his focus. For the first time, in a long time, Clark was focused and he was doing some good.
After everything that had happened, Clark needed a break and six months ago, he deferred for a year and went to the Fortress (what he ended up calling the arctic home away from home, the final gift from his biological father). He went there to find answers, find something - and he did. There, Jor-El told him he needed to train. That his journey was a long one and there was so much he needed to learn. He didn't trust the Professor; he'd felt betrayed, still. He made his quiet goodbyes to his friends in a letter and made a stop in Smallville. He talked to Pete, who he hadn't seen in so long. But Pete was there for him - just glad he was alive. Then there was Ms. Lang, the love of Clark Kent's life. She was going to Paris. He joined her (it was one of his stops, anyway).
Now, he was in Rome, staring at the ruins of an ancient civilization. And as he gazed at the cracked statues, the crumbling stone architecture, he thought of another ancient city he'd never know. A world he'd learn of through images and words that echoed through time and space, the words of a dead man. But Clark Kent was becoming a man. He had a destiny. And he aimed to figure out what it was - who he was.
And so he soared - up, up, and away - moving onward toward truth.