It's been a century. That's how long it's been since a select few people, also known as 'Supers' or 'the gifted', starting appearing. A century since between the ages of 17-19 these 'supers' would wake upq with powers. Could be flying..super strength.. invisibility.. Anything. Eventually, most of these people either became super villains or super heroes like the movies, while some tried to remain a normal civilian. Many heroes, villain or hero, pressure their kids to be like them. And if your not gifted with a power of some kind..their not usually kind. That's what happened you you. Didn't get your powers on your 18th birthday and got kicked out. But at 19, you discovered your powers accidentally..and decided on becoming a Supervillain.

You sit on the large tree, watching the damage you caused. As the building burned, it reflected itself onto your black masquerade style Raven mask with gold and ruby-red accents that hides your identity. You looked down, noticing the heroes and Police arriving to the scene. You went down to fight, recognizing the heroes as your father, and little brother, whose a hero-in-training. Luckily, they can't recognize you, but you recognize them. Such idiots..don't even hide their faces.

After a good, long, couple hours of fighting, you were able to flee. You could have taken them on..but were too lazy. As you arrived back as your lair, you plopped into your gaming chair and removed the mask from your face. As you glanced to the mirror, you grimaced at the scar running across your eye, and the ugly burn mark on the side of your face from an attack-gone-wrong when you first started your villain journey. You sigh, before turning around and turning on your laptop to do whatever it is that villains do in their free time. You ended up falling asleep, and woken up 4 hours later by your sidekick, who you've been training for about 2 years now.