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KIRBY

Unread postby NexusX » Wed May 27, 2009 1:55 pm

KIRBY
Real Name: Steve Kirben
Age: 35
Occupation: Full time stocking clerk (night shift) at BigMart (ie Wal-mart)
Special Powers:
Alter Reality
He uses his Alter Reality power seemingly through Urbys, an alien relic with the following powers that only Kirby can use (actual power limitations are unknown, but he thinks these are the limitations - see background for the real story):
1. Telekinesis (maximum weight as far as Steve can tell: 300 lbs.)
2. Teleport (self, others, objects, whatever. People or objects must have come in contact with him at some point within the past 24 hours in order to be teleported. Range is 1,000 miles)
3. Protection (Urbys doesn’t prevent him from being injured, but heals him quickly - if he places a severed finger next to his hand, Urbys will use super advanced technology that looks like magic, to make it all better - of course, this is just him altering reality. It also protects his general health - he is immune to smoke, dangerous gases and radiation, and doesn’t need to breath. But all this makes him very hungry and he’s been known to eat vast quantities of food, when he can get it.

Note: Steve does not feel tired after using his powers - except when he tries to do more than he thinks he can - then it is fatiguing (not because he’s really straining - it’s all psychological - he’s a powerhouse and doesn’t know it/believe it). He does get hungry after using his powers, however, and has an eating disorder. He is willing to steal to eat, though he doesn’t feel good about it. Steve must be within 100 miles of Urbys to use it’s power (totally untrue, but he will find he can’t use it if separated by a greater distance, though he takes it everywhere).

Urbys:
Urbys is the manifestation of a metal ball about the size of a tennis ball, though it grows when he uses his powers to a significant degree, maybe about the size of a basketball, and is indestructable (it doesn’t exist - again, see Background and all will become clear). It floats in the air a few feet away if not held down or contained (something that requires little effort). No matter what you do to it, it will reform - without it, Steve has no powers (psychological block). He usually carries it around in a bowling bag, lunch bag or some other small bag - lately in a fanny belt he purchased, despite thinking they are geeky looking.
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Re: KIRBY

Unread postby NexusX » Wed May 27, 2009 2:04 pm

Personal Background:
Kirby’s a bit of a loser, but he’s a really nice guy. He’s 35, doesn’t have a girlfriend (although he’s very lonely and wants a girlfriend). The one long-term relationship he had in high school ended with the woman he assumed he’d one day marry, running off with one of his friends from work. He has since only had brief relationships, being afraid to get close, somewhat shy and also being rather ordinary looking, at least in his eyes. His low self esteem and low confidence keep him from ever becoming anything great. He does not consider himself a hero, but he imagines how cool that would be. He’s a comic book nut and avid reader, and took on the name, Kirby at an early age, in his admiration for the famous artist Jack Kirby. The name just stuck and he’s no longer comfortable with the name Steve.

He’s had his job at BigMart since he was 17. He’s quit twice - for almost a year the first time, and returned after trying other jobs with little luck. Kirby likes his job at BigMart. It’s boring, but he doesn’t have to deal with people much - just him and the shelf he’s stocking, and an occasional customer late at night or another stocking clerk and his boss. He has a lousy nightshift boss who doesn’t care much about anything or anyone and is not a very good person. His favorite boss is the Day Shift boss who comes in a half hour before Kirby clocks out and is nice to him. It’s the nighttime lazy boss that he doesn’t get along with very well. The guy’s always sneaking off doing stuff he’s not supposed to, abusing his priveleges and blaming Kirby if something goes wrong.

The only relative he has in town is his aging father, a retired dock worker who spends most of his time in front of the TV. He thinks Kirby is pretty much a loser (the same way he views himself), but likes having him around, though he doesn’t see him much, nor does he take much of an interest in him, being selfish and milking his retirement. Kirby goes grocery shopping for him once a week and they get along OK, but their relationship is shallow. Kirby’s Mother passed away when he was 11. He hasn’t been very happy since and is a little depressed and feeling like his life is too mundane and he’s nothing special.

Origin:
One night, a few weeks ago, Kirby was on his way home, feeling sick and having left BigMart at 3 in the morning. He took some over-the-counter meds earlier in the evening, but they made him drowsy and he ran his old sunbird off the road, totalling it. Exactly how he got his powers is a mystery. He doesn’t even know he has them, but he knows his life will never be the same again.

Kirby’s powers did not manifest until after the accident. He knew before he passed out that the window shattered and embedded him with glass, but when he awoke in the hospital, they told him he was uninjured - just mild bruises. They told him it was probably the meds playing with his mind and sent him on his way. Now he rides a bike.

Kirby went back to work the next night - his boss was concerned about him and put him on light duty - there’d been sounds of maybe mice up in the storage loft - an attic of sorts in the old building. He was to set traps and take a general inventory of what was up there, since they’d purchased the building from a failing department store two years previously and never adequetely cleaned out the huge attic.

While up there, he couldn’t get out of his head how he could be alive and uninjured. He was reminded of the wild stories in his comic books and imagined that he had not fallen asleep in the car, but rather the vehicle had been attacked by an alien ship in order to abduct him - not to do him harm, but to use him as a proxy - to carry their message to the earthlings - that they would not tolerate our self destructive nature. They had advanced technology and chose him to be their herald. He could sit by and let people ruin each other’s lives and the earth’s natural resources or he could use the gift they’d given him - the techno power orb - Urbys - and he could help stop the slippery slope of civilization before it was too late and his masters returned to judge the world.

Since no one would believe him (at this point, he was just playing and didn’t believe it either), he’d keep it a secret and work to save lives when and where he could. Of course the aliens left nothing behind after the alledged accident they orchestrated, not to mention he had no powers, of course.

This part of his brainstorming fell apart and he realized he hadn’t found a mouse yet, so he rushed back to work thinking the whole thing silly. There were no heroes, none with powers or advanced technology after all.

He found no mice over the next couple hours, but set several traps and thought more about the gap in his story. He straightened boxes, opened a few, finding old invoices from the department store and other junk. When moving a box, he found a strange metal ball behind it. There was a little light on it glowing - looked like something out of Star Wars. It was about the size of a tennis ball and had strange designs on it. He picked it up and immediately knew what it was. It was the Urbys. It all came together. The aliens put it there for him to find.

For fun, he decided the comic-bookish brainstorming he’d been doing was in fact a memory implant by the aliens to help him understand, without scarying the hell out of him. Problem was, now that he found the Urbys, he really was scared. These kinds of thing don’t happen in real life. Was it a bomb? What was this thing? Could it all be true? Well, it was a fun story, but he only half believed it, for it was crazy, of course, and who would pick him anyway, even if it were true, which of course it coudn’t be.

The Urbys didn’t even have power. And the accident - no injuries - just a crazy fluke. That’s about the time the he stopped for lunch and was climbing down the tall ladder that went into the attic. That’s really when the whole notion of the Urbys solidified for him. As he was climbing down, holding it in one hand for it wouldn’t fit in his pocket, he was startled by a roach that was on the ladder and crawled across his arm. He freaked and shook his hand and fell twenty five feet. Time seemed to slow down for him. I am such an idiot to think I could get down this ladder with one hand, slowly or not! He glanced off to the side as he fell, and saw a stack of mattresses, still in their plastic fifteen feet away where he’d put them the night before. A thought popped into his head. I’m going to die. Then a second thought ... I wish I’d have put those right below this ladder. A moment later, he fell onto the mattresses, bounced and hit his head on the concrete floor and passed out.

He woke up moments later with a headache and a slight bruise on his forehead and his hand wrapped tightly around the Urbys. It was real. All of it, he thought. The Urbys gave him the power of telekinesis! It sensed the Herald was in danger and moved the mattresses in order to protect him. It was crazy, but it happened. It actually happened! Then the nightshift boss came in and saw the mattresses and the ladder and accused him of setting it up to do some foolish skydiving. He’d seen the bump on Kirby’s head, but not the ball Kirby quickly hid. Kirby said only a nutjob would dive off the ladder and that the mattresses had simply fallen over and that the bump on his head was from tripping.

The Night shift Manager simply chewed him out about being careful, then went off to find someplace to take a nap. Kirby quickly moved the mattresses, then went to his locker and took out his sack lunch, put the ball in it and went out to the parking lot.

He told no one of its power and showed it to no one - it was his little secret. He took it everywhere he went, usually in a fanny bag on his side. He knew he didn’t have what it took to save the world, but with the Urbys’ help, surely there was something he could do! So far, Kirby has experimented with the Urbys and has tried moving things of different weights and when he was late for work once, even teleported to the alley behind the store, though he didn’t know how he’d done it, but thanked the Urbys, assuming it had done it all. He practiced with teleporting and soon felt confident that while he had no power, the Urbys was quite a nifty gadget indeed! Now it was just a matter of what to do with it! That is a question he still has yet to answer.
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