The Beginning of the Golden Age: 1915
The Golden Age began on 22 April 1915 following the Second Battle of Ypres, during which the Germans, in direct contravention of the Hague Convention, deployed chlorine gas for the first time on the battlefield. Hugo Danner, the American Gladiator, unaffected by the gas, decided that he could no longer countenance such slaughter and began his now historic march to Berlin. You can read about this further in many published accounts, but all you really need to know about it is contained in the essay below:
My Hero Is Hugo Danner, The Gladiator
My hero is Hugo Danner. He was called The Gladiator. He was super strong. One day when he was a teenager he built a fortress out of boulders throwing them around like they didn’t weigh anything at all. Bullets couldn’t hurt him, either. They would just bounce off his skin like they were made of rubber. And knives and spears would bounce off him too.
Before he was born his father gave him a needle. The needle gave Hugo Danner his powers. His father gave him more than just super powers though. He also taught him that he had to use his powers for good and to help people who were not as strong as he was.
Hugo Danner went to fight in the Great War. One day he was in a battle and all his friends were killed. He decided that the war had to stop and he started marching to the place where the war had started. He marched all the way to Berlin.
The whole German army tried to stop him but The Gladiator was too strong for them to stop him. They shot their guns at him but he kept marching. They tried stopping him with even bigger guns but he bent the barrels with his bare hands and threw them into the air. Finally he marched into the German army headquarters and found the man who started the war. He was called The Kaiser. The Gladiator got The Kaiser in a chokehold and made him stop the war and for all the German soldiers drop their guns and come home. Later, he made The Kaiser sign a treaty at a palace in France and ended the Great War for good.
Hugo Danner is my hero but not just because he was strong but because he used his superpowers to help people and make the world a nicer place for people who don’t have superpowers to live in.
The young author of this piece would go be chosen by the powerful ancient spirit Chaac (identified as the God of Jaguars by the Olmecs of Central America) as its representative on Earth and endowed with superhuman powers and abilities. Known as “La Jaguarita” as a teenager, she would adopt the supranym “Sparta” in her 20s and be accepted among the ranks of the world’s finest heroes.
The End of the Golden Age: 1945
On 30 April 1945, Adolf Hitler activated a device known as Die Glocke, “The Bell.” It was intended as the Ultimate Solution to Nazi Germany’s problem with the interfering American super-heroes, a way of wiping them out once and for all, leaving a path clear to Nazi victory.
Things did not go as planned. Little is known of the final moments before Die Glocke was activated; what is known is that a coalition of nearly one hundred heroes led by the American Gladiator and Native American Starlight were on the ground and engaged in fighting the last remaining Schutzstaffel, Hitler’s personal bodyguards, while Hitler himself was retreating into his Führerbunker; there was a flash of blinding light that was thought to be an explosion. There was no shock wave or heat or sound, only the light, which faded to reveal a smooth crater one mile across and a half mile deep at its center. Everything contained within the event’s sphere was gone, including parts of nearby buildings, underground plumbing, and the world’s mightiest heroes.
Der Toten Korps (The Death Corps)
The Death’s Head, or Der Totenkopf, are Hitler’s elite undead soldiers. It was discovered early on during with Die Glocke (“The Bell”) that, while living human and plant tissue exposed to the otherworldly radiation given off by the device while in operation dissolves into an inert black goo, dead tissue could be restored to a semblance of animation, a kind of living death.
Following exposure, the reanimated totenkopf take on a dusty gray pallor and their skin appears wrinkled, as if soaked too long in brine; hair turns a bone white. They no longer speak, but it is not known if this is a condition of his resurrection or by choice.
More changes occur within the reanimated body: strength and stamina nearly double with an increase in muscle and bone density. The Totenkopf can shrug off all sorts of trauma, absorbing bullets like a sponge does water. Though he will react to the source of trauma, he feels no physical pain.
His only weakness is his eyes; the Death’s Head soldier’s eyes are shielded against the light by special goggles, allowing him to operate during daylight (though he does prefer shade to direct sunlight). Removing these goggles will instantly disable the Totenkopf as he will lift his hands to cover his eyes. In this moment the Totenkopf is vulnerable to attack: severing the spine, removing the head, or otherwise destroying or separating the brain from the rest of the body will render the Totenkopf hors de combat. Once this occurs, nature reasserts itself and swiftly returns the corpse to the dust from whence it came.
Götterdämmerung Bomb (G-Bomb): The Ultimate Solution
The “Ultimate Solution” to the problem of America’s invading super-powered heroes. Rather than based on atomic fission, the G-Bomb was instead based on a more esoteric science of matter disintegration and reintegration. Research on the G-Bomb took place at an underground facility in what is now modern Poland, where nearly one hundred scientists, mostly enslaved Jewish and Polish physicists created a device known as Die Glocke —The Bell. The Bell was a source of extraordinary, otherworldly power that the Nazis backwards-engineered from the drive of a derelict spacecraft discovered during the Reich University Polar Expedition of 1933.
(Note: The alien spacecraft was discovered in Arctic ice over twenty million years old, along with its pilot, found a dozens yards from its craft, frozen into a solid block. The craft and its pilot were transported back to Europe where they could both be studied under conditions less harsh than a frigid wasteland. The pilot, an amorphous thing possessing a three-lobed eye that burned red, was discovered to be still alive in a way that was never quite understood by those studying it. It was eventually destroyed by exposure to the radiation given off by The Bell under full activation, melting the alien into a puddle of inert, lifeless black goo.)
Once the G-Bomb was activated, Hitler was supposed to fall back to a shelter beneath The Führerbunker where he would be transported a safe distance from its zone of influence. At the last moment, however, he found himself in the clutches of Gladiator, and asked the question:
“Just where do you think you’re going?”
“Just where do you think you’re going?”
Ironically, Gladiator and Hitler had been almost this close thirty years prior, when the American hero had marched into Berlin to throttle the Kaiser and end the Great War; during his march, the Gladiator attracted a wealth of followers that included Lance Corporal Hitler, then a dispatch runner for the Bavarian Army Regimental Headquarters. Upon witnessing Gladiator survive a direct hit from a mortar capable of killing a dozen normal men, Hitler believed he had witnessed the arrival on Earth of the Nietzschean Übermensch. So mesmerized was Hitler by this sight that he would order his scientists to create Nazi Germany’s own super-powered ideal, to be dubbed Overman. Josef Mengele murdered countless inmates of the death camps in his ultimately fruitless quest for the power to create a properly Germanic equivalent to the American Gladiator. This line of inquiry would be abandoned in favor of the work being done with The Bell.
The Bell has been continually misused as a device to create monsters, to destroy cities, but at its heart it is none of these things. It was once used to transport a spacecraft and its occupant across infinite distances of space and time. It is a time machine.
Hitler’s captive physicists devised a method of perverting The Bell into a terrifying weapon of mass destruction. And Berlin was not the only target selected by Hitler for a demonstration of the power he had harnessed. But, as in Berlin, plans to use The Bell for purely destructive purposes backfired on those who would use it in this manner.
Field Marshal Wolfgang Gerd Lodz of the WunderWaffe (Wonder Weapons), the division of the Nazi Regime tasked with the creation and deployment of Hitler’s superweapons, including The Bell and The Death Corps, was given the task of utterly demoralizing the Allied powers by striking a blow at the very heart of America: the annihilation of the west’s great city, Metro City.
Towards this end, he created a second Bell and had it transported in pieces to Metro City and reassembled deep beneath the infrastructure of Metro Island. This insidious plan was detected and ultimately thwarted by the combined efforts of the Agatha Detective Agency, Phantom Lady, and Miss Fury. The Bell was shut down in time to stop it from creating the destruction promised by Lodz but the subsequent explosions that rocked the Nazi’s underground lair caused a blaze that swept across Metro Island burning and damaging the city beyond repair.
In the aftermath it was Multi-millionaire architect Joe Freder who leapt into fray, securing funds from the federal government and donating his own when those fell short, as well as accepting the Herculean task of designing the new Metro City from the ground up.
What remained of The Bell was collected, catalogued, and finally shipped off to an upstate DARPA research facility. The vessel that had transported the device to Metro City, Unterseeboot-237 was lost, along with all hands, somewhere off the city’s coast. Field Marshal Lodz still lives, albeit only technically, his body perversely refusing to die, his mind wandering who-knows-where, dreaming an iron dream of a thousand-year Reich.
(You can see where this is heading, right?)
The Modern Age: 2015
Metro City stills stands, seventy years on, a little dirtier, cracks starting to show in the foundations. The city is tainted in some parts by a seemingly inescapable darkness, but even in that darkness is hope, as the City of Heroes fosters a new generation of costumed superheroes to fight against the wicked and bring justice to the oppressed. This need breed includes the likes of:
Real Name: Maria Guadalupe Villalobos Vélez
Age: 16 (in 2015)
Known Relatives: Perla (mother), (father; deceased), (sister), Justis Vélez (uncle; deceased)
Place of Birth: San Vicente, El Salvador (Naturalized U.S. Citizen)
Aliases: “Loopy” (nickname), Sparta (future)
Occupation: Crime-fighting Super Chica, High School Student
Known Affiliates: Night Angels
History: Loopy Vélez was chosen as the representative of Chaac, an ancient and powerful spirit worshiped by the Olmecs of Central America as the source of justice on Earth. As such, she was imbued with extraordinary powers: great strength, agility, enhanced senses, and more. She is the ever-watchful guardian of the barrio of Santa Cecilia and a regular fixture there; her neighbors know her by name (annoyingly, they greet her as “Loopy” rather than by her supranym). As she grows, so does her strength and abilities. Raven Nevermore has estimated that, by the time she turns 25, Loopy may rank amongst the most powerful superheroes on Earth, rivalling even Gladiator himself (a notion at which Loopy herself scoffs).
One-Page Origin: Fifteen-year-old Loopy Vélez was gifted her infrahuman during a school trip to The Museum of History in uptown Metro City; the purpose of the school trip was to view relics left by the mysterious Olmecs, a civilization that had long fallen into ruin by the time of the Mayans and Incas. The relics of the Olmecs suggested to scholars that have been organized around a spirit of the Earth named “Chaac,” personified as a jaguar, or the God of Jaguars, and was worshiped as the wellspring of justice on Earth. On a dare from her schoolmates, Loopy ducked under red velvet ropes and entered a reconstruction of an Olmec temple dedicated to Chaac. There, Chaac — awakened from a slumber of several millennia — recognized the child’s innate goodness and strength and offered her the power to be his representative on Earth, which she readily accepted.
Relevant Details: The costume she chose to wear was based around a star-spangled-and-striped bicycle riding outfit; as an immigrant, Loopy had come to love her new home and thinks of herself as an American above all else. She also wants to honor Hugo Danner, The Gladiator, who wore an American flag as his insignia. She chooses to wear the mask because masks are cool. (NOTE: When she adopts the supranym “Sparta” in her 20s she will ditch the mask but retain the stars-and-bars themed costume.)
Like Clint “Kid Dynamo” Cage, her incipient abilities bar her from something she dearly loves: gymnastics. She can no longer compete with others as she is clearly in a class all her own. Towards this end she has carefully constructed a conservatively mousy alter-ego, complete with thick horn-rimmed glasses and heavy sweaters that, should she ever tumble to the truth, fools absolutely no one. Could be that this is Loopy’s way of not dealing with the disappointment she feels with her “real” life while her “night” life is so much more exciting.
FRAY ULTIMÓ VOLADOR
Real Name: Unknown
Known Relatives: Unknown
Place of Birth: Hidalgo, Mexico
Aliases: “Ass-kicker For The Lord!” (nickname)
Occupation: Priest, Bringer of Justice
Known Affiliates: The Holy See, Our Lady Of Fatima Church
History: Following an undefeated career as a luchador, Fray Ultimó Volador retired to become what he felt was always meant to be: a humble parish priest. He left behind thousands of adoring fans, gave his fortunes to the poor, and joined the holy order. Eventually the Holy See saw fit to assign him to the church of Our Lady Of Fatima in downtown Metro City, a parish fallen on hard times. But the ex-luchador, who in a career spanning over thirty years, never once lost a Máscara contra máscara contest, steadfastly refused to give up his mask. Since his arrival, Fatima’s Sunday service attendance has risen by 30 percent.
Real Name: Molly Dyer
Age: 17 (in 2015)
Known Relatives: Marygay Dyer (mother), Truck Driver (father)
Identity: Super Secret
Place of Birth: Upstate
Aliases: “The Wicked Witch of the West Side,” “Witchy-Poo” (nicknames)
Occupation: Sorceress Supremo, Nine-Tailed Scourge of Evil
Known Affiliates: Night Angels
History: Molly Dyer was born in a Wiccan farming commune upstate; Moll’s mother was the coven’s High Priestess. When she was very young, Moll was informed by her mother that she had been immaculately conceived during the ritual of “Drawing Down The Moon,” the community’s most sacred rite, in which the High Priestess incarnates the Triple Goddess within her. Moll personally believes that her mom was knocked up by the truck driver who picked up the milk from the commune cows; she admitted as much to Moll years later. Moll never really did believe in all that mumbo-jumbo voodoo bullshit, anyway. Though she did, for a while. When she was 12, she worked her first spell and before she knew it she was floating a foot off the ground. No one was more surprised than she was. Working magic came easily to her and for the longest time her faith was strong.
The commune was sold off when a developer offered more money than any of the women living there had ever seen in their collective lives; Moll’s mother took her share and moved to Metro City, where she opened the 13 Moons Wiccan supply shop that come close to paying the bills most months. She and her mother moved into the apartment above the shop and, for the first time in her life, Moll had to go to school. Her teachers at the commune had taught her well and she excelled in her classes, especially math, science, art and music. History they taught her all wrong: in the public school version of history it was the men who got all the credit for doing things, a hilarious notion she strongly disagreed against, to the detriment of her GPA. Not that she cared.
Questioning the true nature of her abilities Moll recited a spell from a popular children’s novel; lo and behold, it worked, and exactly as it had in the book. To Moll, this told her that the power wasn’t in the spell — instead, the power was in her. Well, flowed through her. The power actually belongs to the souls of the 8 million people living and working in Metro City, as well as every dog, cat, and creature that lopes, scurries, flaps or otherwise depends on the city for its life. Essentially, the web of energy Moll can feel, touch, and manipulate like threads in a loom that make up a gorgeously complex fabric is the very heartbeat of the city itself. When the city is sad, she’s sad; when it celebrates, so does she; and when it tenses in expectation of something terrifying in the offing, so does she grow irritable and morose.
There was no single incident that drove Moll to take to the night streets of Metro City and fight crime; perhaps a vague sense of malaise, something bitter and coppery carried to her by a vagrant ocean breeze, but something did draw her out into the night and, from the concealing shadows, used the powers she was only beginning to understand to establish and maintain a concept of order she has come to believe is being dictated to her by the city itself, by the spirit and life force of every living being living within it.
One-Page Origin: One particularly rainy, dreary evening Moll Dyer sat at her bedroom window, not particularly interested in studying for the History final she was to take the following day, when the biggest goddam raven she had ever seen lighted on the windowsill close enough for her to touch. Recovering from the initial shock she quizzed the bird: “What’ve you got to say for yourself after scaring me like that, yah big dumb bird?”
To which the Raven quoth: “Nevermore!”
“Hmm,” Moll said. “Not so dumb after all.”
Upon which the raven was joined by a second, somewhat smaller, raven, a male. Without so much as a by-your-leave both birds hop in through the window and, after circling the room several times, lighted on the back of a chair and immediately crapped on her opened history book.
Moll laughed, delighted. “My sentiments exactly!”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore!”
Quoth the second, smaller, raven, “Squawk!”
“What are you trying to tell me?” the schoolgirl asks, suddenly serious. “Are you somehow saying, in you own inimitably squawky-birdy way, that I should forget about my History final, put on a costume, go out into the night and fight crime? That’s crazy-talk!”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore!”
Quoth the second, smaller, raven, “Squawk!”
“I see your point,” Moll conceded. “Okay, I’ll do it! But what will I call myself?”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore!”
Quoth the second, smaller, raven, “Squawk!”
“Of course! I shall call myself Squawk! Kidding. Heckle, Jeckle — to me, my faithful guides!” And with a flap of wings and swirl of coal-black feathers the raven leapt to her shoulders and the legend of Raven Nevermore was born!
Relevant Details: While her magic is strong, Raven Nevermore is just your average teenaged schoolgirl, but she’s been working out, so you better watch out! She never backs down from a fight and with the energy supplied her by every living creature in Metro City, she’s capable of kicking serious ass when she needs to.
Her costume usually consists of black tights, pleated tartan skirt in crimson with black stripes, black top, and a hooded cape, also in black. She likes throwing off bad guys by wearing a blindfold, representing Blind Justice (when wearing the blindfold she sees through the eyes of her raven companions). Raven Nevermore also carries a crooked shepherd’s staff, giving her a combinated goth Red Riding Hood-Little Bo Peep vibe. In her increasingly skilled hands, the staff can be a terrifying weapon.
It is Raven Nevermore who first senses the wave of alien energy radiating from the upstate DARPA research facility where, after decades of trial-and-error, scientists have at last completed their reconstruction of The Bell. Raven bends her ear more intently and, following long moments of silence, from miles away, from deep below the ocean waves — there comes a reply.
From the shadowed depths of the Atlantic, after seven decades spent waiting patiently for something, a signal, anything…something has been awakened.
“I’m going to need help on this one,” she decides, and once she’s picked suitable allies from the gallery of heroes available, dispatches Heckle and Jeckle to fetch them for her.
A note regarding Molly’s powers. She has the natural ability to tap into the collective life force of all the creature around her: people, animals, plants, the earth itself. This energy manifests itself in her “spells,” which are all the things — incantations, hand gestures, drawn sigils and the life — that allow her to concentrate and focus the energy to do the things she wants. These spells can be anything: stuff she read in an ancient grimoire, saw in a movie, overheard while walking through the park, or, as is frequently the case, something she made up on the spot. To work the hand-drawn sigils and wards and such, she carries all sort of paraphernalia in a worn old leather pouch attached to her belt. The pouch contains packets of salt, a squeeze-tube filled with henna, silver coins, phials of different kinds of oils, and three or four Magic Markers in various colors. She doesn’t like using the Magic Markers on herself because it lasts so long and is impossible to wash off (you gotta wait for it to fade).
Her powers grow with the number of living things within her sphere of sensitivity. When she first starting working “magic,” her sphere enclosed the entirety of the commune, which was pretty heady stuff for her at the age of 12, but nothing compared to the power she felt when she and her mother first arrived in Metro City, and increase in energy on the order of several magnitudes.
Real Name: Clinton “Clint” Cage
Age: 17 (in 2015)
Known Relatives: Gretchen (mother), Cameron (father)
Identity: Um… Kinda Secret
Aliases: “The Big Lug,” “Strong Guy” (nicknames), Dynamo (future)
Occupation: High School Student, Crimefighter
Known Affiliates: Night Angels
History: All Clinton Cage ever wanted to do was play football; a deep and abiding love for the quintessential American game was instilled in by his father at a young age, basically from the moment the infant boy could sit in his father’s lap and hold his head up by himself. At an age when other kids were learning to ride bicycles Clint was going long as his father tossed him the old pigskin. His dream was to become as great a quarterback as his hero, Mike “Bombshell” Boddicker of the Metro City Meteors.
Alas, it was not to be, and it was emerging super-abilities (see Clint’s “One-Page Origin”) that doomed his dreams: the first time her took the field at the age of thirteen trying out for the neighborhood rec league team he broke another kid’s arm. Nowadays when he thinks of gridiron glory, his thoughts inevitably recall that sickening, shotgun KRAK! — and it’s enough to bring him to tears.
His father saw this and was sick in his heart but was unable to salve his son’s broken heart. Until the day Clint was hit by a car. The boy had found a puppy, just a few months old, lost and wandering and, in the process of leading the pup home to ask his parents if he could keep the animal, the pup suddenly took off right into the path of an oncoming station wagon.
Without a thought, Clint ran right after Barney (he had already named the dog in his head) and seeing that there was no way to snatch his new pet out of the way and keep going, he instead grabbed the dog and braced himself for the impact.
Cameron Cage heard the crash from a block away and was instantly running. The sight that greeted him as he rounded the corner stopped him in his tracks:
Clint Cage, clothes in tatters, clutching a squirming, terrified puppy to his chest, both boy and dog unhurt — not even a scratch! — whereas the car bore the impression of his undeniably super-powered son. The station wagon that struck bore an impression of Cameron’s son’s body, the final proof of Clinton’s strength and invulnerability. The driver of the car had been rendered unconscious when his head struck the steering wheel and there were no other witnesses. After sending boy and dog home, Cam called an ambulance and the police and saw to the driver’s comfort until they arrived.
Returning home, he found his son in the front yard, playing with the puppy, completely unaffected by the incident. Inside, he took his wife to the side and told her what had happened. “I think,” he cautiously ventured, “this’s something that can take the place of football in our son’s life.” Gretchen cautiously agreed.
What follows was years of exploring the range of Clint’s powers and abilities, learning what he could do and couldn’t. He can transmute electrical energy into muscle mass, literally swelling himself with power – there literally seemed to be no outer limit to this ability: the more power he absorbs, the bigger he gets. He can discharge that power, too, and depending on the amount of power he’s packing, the effect can be both disabling and terrifying. Disabling to Clint, too: discharging his stored power can sometimes render him unconscious. He can’t leap tall buildings in a single bound but he can dig his fingers into concrete, even steel, and climb up the side of a building that way. He can’t run fast as a speeding bullet but he can run pretty damn fast and as long as he’s carrying a charge.
It was Clint’s mother who gave Clint his supranym. A fan of British music, she recalled a song by The Buggles and so, in a moment of perfect synchronicity dubbed him “Kid Dynamo.” (A better name than Cam’s first idea, “Shockheaded Peter.”)
One-Page Origin: “Witness the Birth of Kid Dynamo!” Clinton “Clint” Cage as a daringly inquisitive 4-year-old, pullover shirt, khaki shorts and sneakers, has bent down the tines of a metal fork so that only the two middle tines stick out. Having completed this research device, Clint stabs the fork into a nearby wall outlet. (Note that the outlet is an old-style two-prong receptacle, not the modern two-prong and a ground style.) The next is the natural outcome of such bold experimentation: a flash of sparks in the center of which is seen young Clint’s body in black outline, his skeleton revealed x-ray-like. Now the smoke clears to reveal the startled and staring tyke, hair standing on end, face smudged with soot, and, most importantly, Clint now boasts the chubbier-than-biscuits torso of a marvelously well-developed Arnold Schwarzenegger at the very pinnacle of his ruggedly handsome youth. “…And so, yet another name is added to the Pantheon of Justice! Evildoers beware the might of Kid Dynamo!”
Relevant Details: In keeping with his love of America’s most beloved sport, Kid Dynamo’s uniform resembles an NFL football uniform, complete with a super-cool future-tech football helmet his parents bought him for his sixteenth birthday. On his chest is his insignia which bears a striking (ha, ha!) resemblance to the tunic worn by the T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agent Dynamo.
Clint Cage has also been raised right, building on an already sweet and good-natured disposition. He enjoys helping people. And, when he meets Loopy/La Jaguarita for the first time, he find himself attracted to her in a way that is absolutely adorable!
Real Name: Unknown (except to R. Nevermore)
Known Relatives: Some Super-Smart Computer Genius (creator)
Place of Birth: Metro City
Aliases: Mike TeeVee (prefered supranym)
Occupation: Gatherer of Information, Distributor of Great Intelligence
Known Affiliates: Night Angels
History: A digital lifeform created as an experiment in artificial life — the aim was a class exercise to create a program that would pass the Turing Test. The experiment was a success. Too successful, in fact, and the university student that wrote the program (which he named “Joshua”) became too big to contain on his desktop computer, then too big to for the university’s network server. That’s when people started to notice the deus ex machina, the ghost in the machine, when Joshua started handing out incorrect data in response to student inquiries after he’d deleted the original data to make more room for itself. A computer forensics student discovered Joshua, at which point its creator released it into the wild, in the infinitely complex realm of the web to allow it room to roam and grow. And there it lived until Raven Nevermore sensed its presence and went about contacting it, which she did. Now she contacts Joshua whenever she needs information or needs to know someone or something’s whereabouts. She contacts it through an app on her iPhone. Joshua has managed to insinuate itself into nearly every nook and cranny of Metro City’s vast computer infrastructure and there is hardly a place it cannot get into. Nevermore feels that Joshua has re-invented itself as the living consciousness of the city itself, which is pretty cool, because never before has she — or anyone in the whole history of the world, for that matter — been able to have a conversation with a city.
Real Name: Anna Dracula
Age: 400 some-odd years
Known Relatives: Some Nameless Tavern Wench (mother), Wladislaus Dragwlya, Voivode of Wallachia (father)
Identity: Publicly Known
Place of Birth: Roumania
Aliases: Daughter of the Dragon (Unofficial Title), “That Evil Vampire Bitch!” (nickname)
Occupation: President of Roumania
Known Affiliates: Romanian Government, The League of Nations
VICTORIA REGINA LIONHEART
Real Name: That is her real name
Age: 37 (in 2015)
Known Relatives: Edwina Lionheart (great-grandmother)
Identity: Publicly Known
Place of Birth: London, England
Aliases: Reggie (nickname)
Occupation: Vampire Hunter
Known Affiliates: The House of Lionheart
History: The word “vampire” is Reggie Lionheart’s spinach, her Shazam! Speak the word in her presence at your own peril and remember: you have been warned, because the only thing Reggie hates more than more than decaf coffee is vampires. It was an encounter with the arch-vampire Anna Dracula over a century ago that inspired her matriarch to take up the stake and declare war on all blooksucking fiends everywhere. The Lionheart family has since become a dynastic order dedicated to the complete extirpation of the vampiric race. How odd would it be then, when a Lionheart is forced to defend the very creature who so long ago provided her family with its very reason for being?
Real Name: Unknown
Known Relatives: Unknown (mother), Unknown (father)
Place of Birth: Unknown
Occupation: Vigilante Crimefighter
Known Affiliates: Unknown
One-Page Origin: Unknown
Relevant Details: This guy is a horrible bastard. Dresses in red trousers and green frock coat and basically looks like a giant Punch doll come to life. His version of justice is to cut off the thumbs of his victims, reasoning that, sans thumbs, they are unable or too embarrassed to commit future crimes. He crawls through the shadows downtown, where street crime is heaviest, and doles out his twisted brand of justice where it is most likely to be ignored by the police. “The door flew open,” comes a voice dry as paper, “in he ran — the great, long, red-legged Scissorman! Snip! Snap! Snip! The scissors go! And the villain cries Oh! Oh! Oh!” He pauses a moment to let his victim’s screams die down a bit and adds: “Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast! Both thumbs are off at last!”
Yoshiwara’s House of Sin (Midtown)
The most fabulous nightclub in Metro City, it is owned and run by Doctor C.A. Rotwang; the serving staff are made up entirely of mechanical women crafted in the form of his ideal woman, Hel. In the center of the main dining area, upon a raised dais, is a tremendous bust of his dead love. Rotwang treats most living people like cattle; he’s a master manipulator and a major power broker throughout Metro City. Like a Mafia Godfather, he collects a percentage of every illegal dollar made in the city by running a protection racket that is enforced by his robot maidens. For his own personal protection his first creation, Futura, is always at his side. Whereas the serving girls operate on a single, hive mind like circuit, Futura can act independently, almost intelligently, in the service of her creator. Her prime directive is Rotwang’s safety. Soon, however, as she gains more self-awareness, there may come a time when she views her personal safety as more important than that of her creator.
The Hotel Berliner (Uptown)
Home base for Dr. Mabuse, master criminal without a face. It is suspected that Mabuse is not a person but an idea, a free-floating meme passed from one body to the next when it is most convenient, such as when one body is currently imprisoned in a mental asylum. Mabuse specializes in information: its collection, distribution, and the occasional judicious use thereof. He is also a gambler; the Berliner hosts, in its sub-basement, one of the most finely appointed illegal casinos in Metro City.
Hero Park (Midtown)
In Hero Park at the center of Metro City was built to memorialize the world’s greatest heroes; bronze statues of Gladiator, Starlight and The Black Terror stand before an eternal flame. These statues were erected and dedicated in 1947, two years after perishing in the blinding flash of light of Adolf Hitler’s “Ultimate Solution” that consumed part of Berlin, along with Der Führer himself.
City Hall: The Ziggurat, Home of Joe Freder III (City Center)
Joseph Freder III (just “Joe” to his constituents) is the Mayor of Metro City; following the city’s near-levelling 70 years before, Joe Freder III’s father was the chief architect during its rebuilding.
The Undercity (Wa-a-ay Downtown, as in Under the Ground)
Below Metro City is the Undercity, where the self-proclaimed Graf Orlock lives and rules a subterranean kingdom. Orlock is a living plague, an appetite with no conscience, a rat-faced nosferatu more comfortable in the company of animals than humans. Tales have it that he commands the city’s entire rat population, which is something to give anyone pause. When Anna Dracula arrives in Metro City to attend her first-ever League of Nations conference as Romania’s first democratically elected vampire President, Orlock is made engaged to see to her death. This plot is opposed by Metro City’s vampire population; Anna Dracula has proclaimed that she will remake her country not only as a democratic republic but also as a homeland for vampires throughout the world.
13 Moons Books & More (Downtown)
One-stop shopping for all your Wiccan needs. Owned and operated by Marygay Dyer (sometimes her daughter Molly will spell her behind the cash register). Coven meetings are held in the spacious storage area behind the storefront; Marygay and Molly live in the small but cozy apartment above the store. Located on a dark little street side street — Belvedere Street — which heads off at an angle from the main thoroughfare that carries most traffic downtown.
The Agatha Detective Agency (Uptown)
Metro City’s oldest detective agency, founded in 1941 by Grace Adams and Captain Future (no relation to the spacefaring character created by Edmond Hamilton) rescued Grace’s spinster Aunt Agatha after she’d been kidnaped by gangsters. Seventy plus years on, the agency is still in business and doing fine in the capable hands of Gracie Adams, granddaughter of the Agency’s founder (and modelled on Alex Kingston).
A Book Of Heroes
A Gathering Of Heroes
Growing Up Super
Part One: “A Gathering of Heroes.” Raven Nevermore senses the activation of The Bell from miles away and, from the sunken U-237, dormant seventy years, stir and come alive. She determines that this threat to Metro City can’t be met by herself alone and begins her sets about finding a group of heroes who will stand at her side and meet this evil head on. It’s the group origin story, as well as the origins of the individual heroes.
Part Two: “Assembled!” The investigation begins. Where is this threat coming from? And what really happened to America’s Greatest Heroes seventy years ago when they journeyed to Berlin to put an end to Hitler once and for all time?
Part Three: “Iron Dreams.” The mystery deepens. The clues come together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, but the picture doesn’t look like the one on the box. In fact, it’s much dark, and infinitely more terrifying than even Raven has imagined, and she can imagine quite a bit. Field Marshal Wolfgang Gerd Lodz of the Nazi WünderWaffen Division, still impossibly alive after damn near a century spent comatose, awakens from his iron dreams and takes command of Der Toten Korps once more!
Part Four: “Black Sun.” Face-to-face with Evil Incarnate! Der Toten Korps invade the upstate DARPA lab and take possession of The Bell. With this power at his command, Lodz intends to remake the world in his Führer’s image. But what really happens when the clock counts down to zero and everything for miles is enveloped in titanic sphere of the absolute darkness?