William Brooks's Five Questions
Humble Beginnings: William Brooks knew he was adopted, but had no idea of his Strange ancestry as he grew up on a small Yorkshire farm. The family plot wasn’t large, but it was enough for his foster parents and their only son.
Follies of Youth: William frequently clashed with Ernest Dunn, son of the village mill owner. While William hadn’t yet developed the power he later grew into, he was never a small lad and tried to keep their spats from moving into the physical arena in which he so outclassed Ernest. It never worked.
First Awakenings: One time, William accidentally lifted a draft horse. He was almost as surprised as the horse, to be honest. Luckily, his father and the neighbor girl Margaret were the only witnesses. After that superhuman display, his parents told him the uncanny circumstances of his adoption.
Mysterious Origins: In the unimaginablly distant year of 6 Billion A.D. the sun finally collapses and becomes unable to support what little life remains on Earth. Humanity, already scattered and small in number, becomes extinct and leaves the machine intelligences that had dominated the surface for a millennia as the sole inheritors of the planet. Having been unable to affect an escape from the planet due to the war with the machines, a small faction sent one infant survivor to the only location known to be able to support human life, Earth’s distant past. William’s birth parents had no idea what the organs that humanity developed after the merging of the Morlocks and Eloi subspecies would do in the environment of a young Earth, much less the ones engineered into humanity by the machines in an effort to build better drone slaves. But it was from those alterations to the human body that William gained his Strange abilities.
Great Failing: After the death of his family and the enclosure of his village left the family farm inviable, William sold it to Margaret’s family for pense on the pound and left. Inspired by the dystopia his birth parents lived through of machines ruling over men and by Sir Walter Scott’s Ivanhoe, he wandered across Britain, anonymously fighting against corruption. His early efforts were marked by headstrong enthusiasm more than skill, however, and a disaster in a South Wales mine was his lowest point. The self-fueling explosion deafened and dazed him while the afterdamp gas nearly killed him. Not only did no miners survive, but he nearly joined them. Curiously, since then he hasn’t been vulnerable to poison or asphyxiation, indicating that he is still coming into his full power.