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'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">NAME:</span>''' Kirby Powers<br>
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">NAME:</span>''' Kirby Powers<br>
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">AGE:</span>''' 25<br>
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">AGE:</span>''' 25<br>
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">BIRTHPLACE:</span>''' Los Angeles, CA<br>
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">BIRTHPLACE:</span>''' Paragon City, RI<br>
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">Occupation:</span>''' Superhero<br>
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">Occupation:</span>''' Barista, Superhero<br>
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">POWERS:</span>'''
'''<span style="color:#6d93ba;">POWERS:</span>'''
*Gravity control
*Gravity control
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Kirby Powers was a '''normal''' guy. A normal, twenty-one year old college student in south Los Angeles. His parents died in a car accident a few years prior, but left him a large enough inheritance that he could continue going to school unburdened by debt. Their deaths left Kirby in a bit of a depression for a long time. Besides going to class, Kirby spent most of his time in his dorm playing Quantum Quest Online. And it was in that digital world that Kirby met Yuki Setsuko.
Kirby Powers was a 27-year-old barista in Paragon City, working the morning shift at a downtown café called The Daily Grind frequented by low-tier heroes and wannabes. He never had delusions of grandeur—he liked comics, sure, but was more interested in people than powers. An easy smile, a good ear, and a knack for making perfect pour-overs made him well-liked.


Her handle was FujiPopGirl89 and over the next few months, the two started to fall for each other, even though they had never met in person. Oh sure, they exchanged pictures of each other, talked through Skype etc., but she always claimed that she was too shy to actually meet up with him. And while she appeared to be the same age as Kirby, she had already graduated from a university in Tokyo and was working at some institute of technology on some hush-hush project. She refused to talk about it. NDAs and all that.
But deep down, Kirby felt... stuck. Like gravity itself was pressing down on his life, holding him in place. While heroes soared through Paragon’s skies and villains cracked the earth beneath them, Kirby clocked in, clocked out, and wandered home to a studio apartment with thin walls and a ceiling leak.


Then, sometime later, their gaming sessions started becoming more and more infrequent. And during those that did actually happen, Yuki always seemed distracted and often left in the middle of them. And then she stopped playing altogether and only communicated with Kirby through text messages. She claimed she was in danger. That it involved her work. She warned him that strange men may have been following him. Kirby thought about contacting the police, but aside from her odd behavior and weird text messages, nothing out of the ordinary had happened to him. Yuki refused to say anything about what she had been working on, but whatever it was, it scared her a great deal.
One rainy night, after closing shop, Kirby took a shortcut through a back alley behind the old University Archives—a forgotten wing of Paragon State University, long since gutted by budget cuts and a mysterious fire a decade prior. Lightning struck, briefly illuminating an open window. Driven by some mix of boredom and curiosity, Kirby climbed in. Inside, buried beneath ash and time, he found a ruined study filled with strange notes, arcane physics formulas, and a partially-burned journal belonging to a fringe physicist named Dr. Verity Kaas—a researcher obsessed with theoretical gravitational constants and higher-dimensional interfaces. Her life's work was centered on something called The Terminus Equation.


Later, she sent him an email stating that she was going to have to disappear and that they would never be able to talk again. That there were dangerous people after her and that she was afraid that she had already endangered Kirby's life by getting involved with him. And then, for awhile, there was nothing. Complete radio silence.
Against his better judgment, Kirby took the journal home.


Three months later, an email message containing a zip file of some kind, arrived in his inbox. The email didn't have a sender. Nor did it contain an actual message. Just the file, simply titled `Terminus Equation'. When Kirby opened it, a torrent of computer source code washed over the screen of his laptop. For some reason, he couldn't take his eyes away from the scrolling code. It was hypnotizing. He knew what was happening and yet he just couldn't look away. And then, all of a sudden, everything went blank.
Kirby, who had never passed Algebra II, didn’t understand it. But he read it. All of it. Cover to cover.


The next thing he knew, he was in the kitchen of a Chinese restaurant across town. The cooks were as confused as he was. He made his way back to the campus to find out his dorm had been destroyed. There'd been an explosion of some kind. A couple other students were injured, but luckily, no one was killed. Kirby's room was the epicenter of the blast.
That was the moment.


He tried piecing together what happened. He wasn't hurt. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Aside from the strange, bluish-purple bruise that snaked around his left arm. That was new. It looked like it was pulsing. But it wasn't. When he examined it, there were actually thousands of lines of indecipherable numbers and letters scrolling under his skin along the bruise, that coiled around and around his arm.
The second he finished, reality twisted. His apartment blurred. For 12 minutes and 41 seconds, Kirby was suspended outside of space-time—his body pulled through an invisible tunnel of fluctuating density, his mind subjected to what he later called “gravitational dreams.


Kirby took a break from school. Since his dorm was destroyed, he found an apartment close by. It was then that he noticed the men in black suits Yuki had mentioned. It was never the same two guys twice. They'd sit, leaned back in some nondescript car half a block away from his place. He couldn't see them watching him, but he knew they were.  Whenever he did manage to gather up the courage to try and confront them, they'd rev up the engine and drive off.
When he woke, he was lying on his floor, his coffee table hovering three inches above the ground.


Then one morning he woke up and every piece of furniture in the apartment was floating. Just hovering three feet in the air. Kirby was dumbfounded. But the source code under his skin was glowing neon blue. He could ''feel'' the objects in the air. Push them aside with a wave of his hands, or lift them up just by thinking about it. After that, he didn't leave his apartment for three days. Not until he had a handle on his new "talents".
Over the next few days, Kirby discovered that he could:


When he peaked through the blinds and saw yet another car parked outside his place, he got pissed off. He was done being watched. He was going to find out what was going on one way or another. Kirby left his apartment, sprinted down the block and before his followers could speed away, he telekinetically gripped the tail of their car and lifted it a few feet in the air. The men in the car locked their doors when Kirby stalked towards them, but it didn't stop him. He pried the drivers side door off its hinges, tossed it to the ground and pulled the driver out of the car and lifted him into the air. When his partner got out and pulled a gun from inside his coat, Kirby snatched it up and threw him backwards into the grass across the street. He lifted the driver higher and higher in the air. A few minutes of this and Kirby knew what he needed to know.
*Increase or decrease the gravitational pull on objects or people, allowing him to crush or launch them.
*Create localized gravitational fields—invisible "push" or "pull" zones.
*Briefly alter gravity around himself, allowing him to walk on walls, fly, or slam downward with meteor-like force.


It looked like he was headed to Paragon City.
He couldn’t explain how he was doing it—it just responded to his intent, almost like a second set of muscles he never knew he had.
 
One of his egghead friends at university later hypothesized that his brain had uniquely interfaced with the mathematical structure of The Terminus Equation, rewiring his neural pathways to manipulate gravitational fields at will. Essentially, Kirby became a living embodiment of gravity control — not because he studied it, but because his accidental exposure unlocked a latent ability encoded in the fabric of space-time itself.
 
Now, as Push, Kirby struggles to balance his work life and learning to control his new powers while working to understand the mysterious Terminus Equation’s full potential — all while navigating Paragon City’s complex superhero landscape.





Latest revision as of 15:10, 20 July 2025

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NAME: Kirby Powers
AGE: 25
BIRTHPLACE: Paragon City, RI
Occupation: Barista, Superhero
POWERS:

  • Gravity control
  • Flight

Kirby Powers was a 27-year-old barista in Paragon City, working the morning shift at a downtown café called The Daily Grind frequented by low-tier heroes and wannabes. He never had delusions of grandeur—he liked comics, sure, but was more interested in people than powers. An easy smile, a good ear, and a knack for making perfect pour-overs made him well-liked.

But deep down, Kirby felt... stuck. Like gravity itself was pressing down on his life, holding him in place. While heroes soared through Paragon’s skies and villains cracked the earth beneath them, Kirby clocked in, clocked out, and wandered home to a studio apartment with thin walls and a ceiling leak.

One rainy night, after closing shop, Kirby took a shortcut through a back alley behind the old University Archives—a forgotten wing of Paragon State University, long since gutted by budget cuts and a mysterious fire a decade prior. Lightning struck, briefly illuminating an open window. Driven by some mix of boredom and curiosity, Kirby climbed in. Inside, buried beneath ash and time, he found a ruined study filled with strange notes, arcane physics formulas, and a partially-burned journal belonging to a fringe physicist named Dr. Verity Kaas—a researcher obsessed with theoretical gravitational constants and higher-dimensional interfaces. Her life's work was centered on something called The Terminus Equation.

Against his better judgment, Kirby took the journal home.

Kirby, who had never passed Algebra II, didn’t understand it. But he read it. All of it. Cover to cover.

That was the moment.

The second he finished, reality twisted. His apartment blurred. For 12 minutes and 41 seconds, Kirby was suspended outside of space-time—his body pulled through an invisible tunnel of fluctuating density, his mind subjected to what he later called “gravitational dreams.”

When he woke, he was lying on his floor, his coffee table hovering three inches above the ground.

Over the next few days, Kirby discovered that he could:

  • Increase or decrease the gravitational pull on objects or people, allowing him to crush or launch them.
  • Create localized gravitational fields—invisible "push" or "pull" zones.
  • Briefly alter gravity around himself, allowing him to walk on walls, fly, or slam downward with meteor-like force.

He couldn’t explain how he was doing it—it just responded to his intent, almost like a second set of muscles he never knew he had.

One of his egghead friends at university later hypothesized that his brain had uniquely interfaced with the mathematical structure of The Terminus Equation, rewiring his neural pathways to manipulate gravitational fields at will. Essentially, Kirby became a living embodiment of gravity control — not because he studied it, but because his accidental exposure unlocked a latent ability encoded in the fabric of space-time itself.

Now, as Push, Kirby struggles to balance his work life and learning to control his new powers while working to understand the mysterious Terminus Equation’s full potential — all while navigating Paragon City’s complex superhero landscape.


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Kirby wields what theoretical physicists have dubbed 'The Terminus Equation', a mathematical formula that grants the being who learns it total control over the forces of gravity.

Gravity Control - Kirby possesses the ability to mentally manipulate gravitons (that carry the attractive, gravitational force between atomic nuclei), enabling him to control gravity. He can surround any object or person, including himself, with gravitons, thus increasing or decreasing the pull of gravity upon it, making objects as heavy or as light as he chooses. Kirby often uses this ability to simulate super strength and telekinesis by attracting or repelling objects.

Force Field Generation - While they're not 'force fields' in the traditional sense, Kirby is able to create a thin wall of space where gravity is so high that objects or projectiles (like bullets or knives) that enter said space are forcefully pulled to the ground before they're able to strike him. By forming these fields within objects and expanding the field, Kirby can sometimes cause them to explode.

Flight - By decreasing the pull of gravity around him and increasing it in a specific direction, Kirby is able to simulate controlled, directional flight.



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  • Save The Princess - Kirby's number one priority is rescuing his girlfriend Yuki from whatever danger she's gotten herself into, so much so that he'll often drop whatever he's doing if/when he gets a lead on her current whereabouts.
  • Chronic Hero Syndrome - Kirby's got a bad case of the "I have to save everyone" affliction, in which he'll often go out of his way to help whoever he can, even at great detriment to himself or his personal life.
  • Brilliant, But Lazy - Kirby's often mischaracterized by those close to him as apathetic and careless, but it's only because he's got more important things on his mind. Like saving the world.