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[Ivarsteadian] [Edit Topic] [Delete Topic] Posted:  05/26/2017  -It wasn't in this man's blood to judge anyone by their species or race. Not when he himself hailed from an outlier universe, cast similarly to the known earth and universe of DC. His home world was scientifically advanced, religion becoming outdated fiction. Without it, advancement through research and facts lead them forth to prosperity. His home planet was called Ivarstead, it was his universe's Krypton. He was called an Ivarsteadian, his kind evolving differently. They were darker from yellow sun energy absorption, their planet closest to the sun in its solar system. Also they were usually a beat stronger than most kryptonians. His home planet had been attacked, and gone to war before. Hell they even had a general Zodd type dictator attempt to take over, he was soundly beaten as no one would allow killing off species for the sake of scientific breakthrough. This time was different, the precision and malice clearly personal. Whoever had attacked the royal city had clearly known his targets. The actual royals were on diplomatic business, and the royal elite had been thinned due to aid in other countries. Therefore the royal city hadn't been properly protected and left open. Whoever had done this struck with a killer instinct, and certainly knew what to attack. The motive wasn't clear until after Crimson had returned, this was treason.  Someone had to let the mutant in, and that was where the anger came from. Crimson Mokuzai was the royal son, the only child of the planets royal couple. He was always a bit eager, learning he could lift exponentially more than his weight as a small child. As he grew older, he harnessed his abilities as well as becoming more alert and disciplined. Much like other universe's, Crimson became a hero similar to Kal-el aka Superman. He however could visit his home off and on, to give reports or at least make sure his parents knew he was safe. He was a tall man, standing six foot three inches tall. His hair to his waist, its color a near chrome metallic silver. Of course, like many before him, he wore a spandex body suit. It was black and clung to his muscular body, from afar he'd look scuplted from onyx . On his wrists were silver colored wrist guards, his boots the same color. And of course, a sewn in chest plate. However his was the symbol of unity, his hand pressing to it as he reached earth. How did he know this was the place? Witnesses and multiverse research, by comparing the description to a mass multiverse database, you could find the culprit. Numerous people of earth prime matched, the work and description to the T. In his mind he knew this could be a frame job, he also knew some mutants were prone to destruction. As he lowered himself first through the many levels of earths orbit, he pondered what he may find. The planet was lovely, if not clearly polluted by enviromental unawareness. After breaking the atmosphere, the clouds circled him like a tornado before he was past them. He knew he'd draw attention but he knew he needed answers. So anyone who attacked was sure to be at least able to help him find the mutant he was seeking.  He came to rest on a radio tower, standing atop the pointed needle. He stood on it waiting to see who or what may suddenly attack or at least question his arrival.-