He got a job at a local research lab as Edward Torres and he was ecstatic, he was communicating and befriending a whole other species. Then some criminals attacked his lab, his friends were threatened. So he defended them, his body having superhuman strength and durability due to his home planet’s higher gravity. With this, he realized he could help save these humans from danger. He had grown to love this new planet and he wanted to help it in any way he could. He became one of those heroes he saw on the news, wearing his alien suit and reversing the cloaking tech, revealing his true colors. He called himself Strandon which in his home tongue meant protector.
His rescue ship finally arrived after he had been on Earth a year, but Dad told it to go home, as he had found a new life here. And he had found love with my mother. A couple years later little Ethan, Me, was born and to my father’s hopes, I looked human, albeit with my dad’s hair. I had inherited some of his power, albeit at a weaker level. I was at peak human potential with strength and speed, and my skin was harder than an average human. My parents raised me lovingly for fourteen years, before they decided to send me to the Institute, a school for young heroes.
My dad knew I had the spark to save people and that I had the brains to do so well. So I went there and learned how to be a hero. It was tough at first, as I had little to no powers, unlike all my fellow colleagues, but I eventually proved myself to them. I used my wits and my dad’s combat training to excel where those with powers could not. I became a leader there and led a couple of their student teams, and I fought many a battle with my friends beside me and some alien tech to help me.
Now I’m all grown up and unfortunately, my Dad died fighting for his new home in the alien invasion last year. Even though his ship had little combat capabilities, he gave it his all to slow down the warship and help our heroes here save the day. I live on in his memory, I use what he taught me and what he gave me to help people. My father and I were both outcasts who had to fight to be accepted in our new homes, and that is who I am now: Outcast.
