Thread: The Last Son of Krypton... Or Maybe Not (Vash x Viper)

Alone. That was what life seemed to hand her at all times. She was orphaned as a child, and as she grew up, she found herself outcast because of her strange abilities. She was stronger than anyone she knew and as she grew into her teen years, she practiced other abilities in private. She had more than she ever believed she was capable of she could lift almost anything with ease, she could fly, she was invulnerable...feats no mere human could possible perform. Rachel Chess knew she had to be something completely different from human. What that was...she had no idea. She was now a fully grown woman, in her mid-thirties and working far from the podunk town in Texas she was raised in. She worked as the manager of a nightclub in Metropolis. While the location was in the seedier location of the massive city, it had the lowest issues with its clientele. Rachel hated it when people tried starting fights or rob the place. Such actions were often quickly dealt with, thus leading to its clean reputation. Rachel kept the full force of her abilities hidden from the public eye, only using a portion of it when she needed to. When in private, however, she often trained herself to gain better control over her powers. She learned she could do so much and it seemed that with each year that passed, she grew stronger. She had no idea where her origins lie. Unlike Clark, her vessel was not saved when she was retrieved by the nuns at the orphanage. It was left to the elements and any information that could have helped her know her identity was lost. In truth, her name was Aethyr-Ryo. Her parents had planned to venture off Krypton to explore the universe. They wanted her to grow up with a curiosity for distant planets. They had to travel in separate pods, but had hers auto-piloted. Their first destination was Earth, but their journey was interrupted. Something had sabotaged their vehicles, forcing her parents to halt their advance, while her pod continued travelling. While Aethyr continued on, her parents were ambushed and eventually killed. Her pod had been ignored in the attack, as she was an infant and not a threat to the attackers. With no knowledge of her parents or where she came from, she merely assumed she was abandoned and just knew that she was the only one on this planet with these abilities. That is, until the infamous--or famous--Superman came into the glare of the flashbulbs. She saw his face for the first time the night he made himself known. She rarely ever turned on the news channel, but one of her clients demanded it. She saw him perform what she had learned to master over the years. Flight, incredible strength, blinding speed...she wasn't alone after all. Many claimed Superman was a threat to humanity, Rachel found herself amused by such claims. Since then, she watched the news more often, ignoring the mudslinging the ignorant media threw around. She was fascinated at the mere possibility of another being on Earth like her and longed to meet him. Unfortunately, she never got a chance to be around when he was in action, and thus it made tracking him difficult. One night, however, she got an idea. One that she was certain would draw out the supposed menace to society. She would do what he had done saving lives despite the anger of the public. She would need to hide her face, of course. She didn't have a fancy costume like Superman, but she was sure she could figure out something. After she closed the club, she returned home and rummaged through her wardrobe. She had a variety of outfits she never had the chance to wear due to work. She pulled them out and decided to mix and match. In the end, she settled on a biker-looking outfit composed of black leather pants, a black leather jacket, a white tank top, and black boots. To cover her face, she wore a black bandanna around the bottom half of her face. She also tied her hair in a ponytail. She normally let it flow naturally, so this would certainly confuse anyone that knew her. The next morning, she left her apartment dressed in her 'hero' gear, climbing to the rooftop before anyone could spot her. She surveyed the rooftops of Metropolis before she heard something far off in the distance. An alarm of some sort. Her first target. She blasted off in the direction of the source, making sure to fly high in the sky so she was less likely to be spotted. When she arrived, she saw that it was a bank that was being robbed. Even she had to scoff at the cliche. Regardless, it needed to be quelled. She barreled down into the bank, crashing through the ceiling loudly and frightening the small-time bank robbers. They immediately abandoned their attentions from the bank tellers, aiming their guns at Rachel. Her blue eyes flashed at them with a certain, cocky flair. Go ahead. Shoot me, she dared them, grinning behind the bandanna. One of the men pulled the trigger out of pure nervous energy. As the bullet sailed towards her, she reached up and caught it between her thumb and forefinger. She then rolled it around between her fingers before positioning it at the top of her thumb, her middle finger curled behind it. She glared at the man that shot at her. Bang. She flicked the tiny piece of metal with such force, it acted as if it had been shot from a real gun. It sailed forward and pierced the robber's shoulder, making him cry out in agony before falling to the ground. His buddies jumped and began firing at her. The bullets did nothing to her, aside from damaging her outfit. They ricocheted off her body, flying off to pierce into the ground, walls, and ceiling. Their guns silenced as they ran out of ammo. She grinned again before cracking her knuckles. My turn, boys, she hissed before rushing, slamming her superhuman fists into their guts and faces at least one time each. They crumpled before, in painful heaps. She looked at them, then to her hands. She felt bones crack as they made impact. She hadn't used her powers on people before...and she found it enjoyable. Maybe there was something to this superhero act. Soon, the hostages of the bank realized that they were no longer under threat from the robbers. Instead, they looked at her in fear no doubt assuming the worst. Don't worry, I'll be leaving now. I don't think these men will bother you now. Before making her exit, she looked into a nearby security camera, making sure it got a good look at her masked face. The reporters then busted in, flashing their cameras and filming. She heard dozens of angry and excited voices. Once again, she gave the camera's a face to print later, but didn't reply to any of their questions. Instead, she merely crouched down, then kicked off from the ground, flying through the hole she created when she entered the building. She then flew off to a nearby rooftop and observed the scene. If she was lucky, Superman would also arrive on the scene, either to take charge of the situation she had already silenced or to find her. If not...well, it was still early.