Super Hero. Not really. Roger is a man that, as far he knows, has been on Earth since the beginning of time. He has been witness to humanity’s evolution from chimp-like simians to the bizarre collection of complex civilizations it is today. He’s every bit as human as you and I but has a few genetic improvements that give him a few attributes that can easily be labeled as supernatural. They are as natural as the grass on the Oklahoma prairie. The big secret behind his attributes is that he’s not originally from Earth; nor is he originally from this time. He’s a member of the human race millions of years into the future, after Earth has been abandoned and humanity has spread across the Universe. His home planet, Triginta, came to be as an Earth-born prison colony. As time passed and the inhabitants continued to evolve with new abilities never before seen in the human body. A new sort of civilization sprouted and over time, Triginta became the crown jewel of the Terra-Sorores colonies (need a better name for it here).
The dark truth about Roger is that he is a fugitive from a sentence that requires him to spend eternity wandering through the vast reaches of space, forbidden from ever making any contact with any civilization in the universe. Before he fell to Earth, he was an ambitious, ruthless upstart with goals of ruling the Galaxy as its tyrant for the sake of humanity. He became a murderous warlord that held wide swaths of his quadrant in thrall with fear. He almost had the Universe, too. Ultimately, a counter-insurgency led by his only brother stopped him cold. He was ultimately captured, tried for his crimes and sentenced to this unique form of banishment.
He managed to escape his imprisonment by breaking free from his bondage and traveling through time, intending to restart his rule at the beginning of humanity and move forward from there.
One of his special attributes is the ability to rapidly regenerate cells of any sort. Cut off an arm, it grows right back. It’s very nearly reptilian the way it all works. The same thing goes with brain tissue.
As a species, this level of human civilization learned to master telepathy, even across spacetime (transdimensional telepathy), so if he wanted to escape the unblinking eyes of the council, he’d need to make his concealment complete. He’d have to find a way to cut himself out of his body. He did. It was one of the trickiest and riskiest moves he ever made.
His banishment to drift among the emptiest reaches of space gave him a lot of time to refine and execute his plan. He realized that in order to succeed at his goal of reaching and conquering humanity at its roots he had to escape from his bonds within the craft, turn it into a time machine, plot his course back to earth, set a countdown for automatic start, separate his consciousness from his body, severing the psychic link to the council, store the consciousness up for retrieval at a later date and ride out the trip across time, hope that he will get back to his consciousness at the perfect time; preferably when he has humanity in his grasp, gasping for air. He knew that what remained of his brain, after he cut out his memory center, would grow back, but would develop a new personality. That was the riskiest part of his plan, because, who knew if he ever would be reunited with himself. Either way, anything would be better than drifting out in nowhere.
The crash landing on Earth left him severely mangled. His brain regrew quickly, but all memory of his previous life was lost. He no longer knew how to speak. He was as a newborn. He spent quite a while in his capsule, trapped, not knowing how to get out. Through much of his early consciousness he didn’t even know that he was supposed to get out, his world was the capsule, until he began to feel hungry.
Even though he’s a human being advanced to the point of near indestructability, human beings have still not advanced beyond requiring energy to maintain homeostasis. His cells can regenerate enough to keep him alive, but if he doesn’t replenish himself on occasion, his body proceeds to go into a state that looks much like total starvation. He becomes a leather clad skeleton, but he still lives, suffering the intense hunger pains of starvation. In the capsule, he became supremely hungry after a few weeks. It took him nearly a decade to figure out that leaving the capsule was possible and another five years to summon the courage to take his first steps outside.
His capsule crashed on Earth approximately 200,000 years ago in what is now Antarctica. Not only did he have to suffer the pains and conditions of intense starvation, but also he had to manage the intense freeze of the South Pole. His first century on Earth was abject misery until he got the hang of a few things, such as hunting, gathering, and clothing.
When his body repaired itself enough for him to function consciously, movement around the capsule was excruciatingly painful. Just because he can’t stay hurt doesn’t mean he feels no pain. In fact, he feels the same type of pains we do. Only he can fully recover a lot faster.
All he knew was the capsule for a long time. Before he made the jump, he made plans to show himself where things were. He hung signs pointing to where the food was and how to get out of the capsule. Only, afterward, it turned out that he was never able read the signs, and he removed them out of his own ignorance, never to eat before he escaped and never to read before he came in contact with civilization.
As starvation simply makes him skinny, since he didn’t eat a thing for nearly a decade, you can only imagine how skinny he was before he ate his first penguin. Afterwards, he progressively recovered.
As he recovered he would discover things about himself that his escape plan had erased. He would learn that he had phenomenal strength and power. Hunting would become easy. He grew confident that he would never go hungry again.
Time before human contact is a shadowy point in time for him, nearly as elusive as the demonic shades that haunt his dreams. At first, for about a century or two, he assumed he was all alone, free to wander the open expanses of the world. Then he ran into his first hunter-gatherer tribe in what is now South America.
Unaware that these people were simple and mortal, his displays of prowess soon terrified the very tribe into which he tried desperately to assimilate. It would break his heart for the first time. Even though Roger would become an expert at assimilation and a near cultural chameleon, there would be more heart break for Roger as time crept by.
As civilization would develop and progress to grander and grander scales, he would initially attempt to be a part of the general population. Early attempts were utter failures as he would ultimately become shunned by the local groups to which he yearned to become a part of and try to to bend to his will. These episodes frequently ended in disaster, meaning, villages, towns and small city states would get wiped off the face of the earth as a result of his lack of emotional growth.
Roger would turn a corner in his life when his actions would lead to the death of someone for whom, if needed and if possible, he would gladly try to give his life. Sadly, he found, no sacrifice on his part would ever yield any sort of success as he would not, could not die and stone for his actions like people could.
Still he rambles on through time, cycling through the same story every few decades. He would arrive somewhere. At first they would be suspicious of him. He would perform some act that would hint at his true power and, after an interval, would become a prominent member of the community. Eventually, the greedy,ambitious monster within would be released for reason he can’t fathom. Then he would lose them.
Eventually, as society progresses around him, after centuries of failures and reflection he would slowly come to terms with his condition.
Note: as roger’s story evolves, I would like to show him interacting with many cultures, Indian, Chinese, African, etc. and to be near many, but not all historical eras. He’ll have many friends and allies over time.
Over the centuries, though he’d develop many friends and enemies, he’ll be closely linked to one family line in particular. Roger, as sullen and jaded as he may have become about humanity, holds out one hope for himself, the family line that leads to Harold Pennwicke. Harold is the latest in the long line of descendants that sprang from is first, truest, greatest love whom he accidentally destroyed.
His behavior would leave an impact on the others