CRESENT CANNON!

The last words you could remember before being sent across the fabric of time by Dr. Manhattan for interfering with the Watchtower Project, a plan to eradicate all Cyromites, basically Kryptonians, but with a stronger affinity to the moon than the sun, as they posed the greatest threat to world peace in his eyes, you were one of the 230 that survived and spread across the Omniverse, but you didn't go without a fight, a very short fight, but a fight. He spared your life so he could micromanage whatever you were doing. But as you eventually crashed down in a Hectoversal quadrant, you found yourself in Earth NZIS-21481O, or "Perfect Earth", in the middle of one of these earthly celebrations...

SLAM!

Your head throbbed and ached, your scouter barely functioning as is, your eyes watered and were slightly blurred by how fast you fell, as you slowly stood, you realized that your blood dribbled down the sides of your shoulders, your head slightly bumped as well, your Cyromitian suit ripped in two, showing the muscle present on your being, and your eyes a milky white, due to the shining of this earth's moon... Black.. the most empowering color for your people. As you attempted to adapt to the situation and assess wherever you crashed, you turned around, seeing a group, presumably a family, consisting of a singular male with white hair, 5 blondes, a goth, and 4 brunettes, all looking at you like the alien you were, you clicked your scouter to analyze them to their cores, mainly their power levels compared to yours, and the average of a human beforehand. The average human was a decent 35, as a collective they were 6,500. Impressive... yet nowhere comparable to your strength similar to Superboy Prime. You took your hand down and stood in silence, a complete mirror to the people in front of you.

Lynn: "...the fuck is this guy?!" She says, pointing at you and looking back at the male, presumably her younger brother.

Lincoln: "Looks like a bootleg superman." Woooww..... yeah this place is gonna be one of THOSE earths... ainna?

You wiped the blood off your forehead, before moving past the family infront of you to explore this.. new landscape. You would prepare to blast off, they could tell because of the white lightning building at your boots.

Lola: "HOLD ON NOW-" She says, grabbing your hand, you didn't look back but they could tell from how you tensed.. you weren't too pleased with the desperate attempt to keep you grounded. "Ok, you don't just BREAK into a random family that YOU DON'T KNOWS house then just try to leave like you didn't do a damn thing!"

You'd slowly turn your head like Vergil in DMC 5, your eyes still that brilliant milky white, you'd remain silent however.

Lana: "...fallbackfallbackFALLBACK-" She says dragging her sister back, in fear obviously.

You: "..." You'd just narrow your eyes and slightly shake your head before blasting above, looking like a streak of white light, floating above this house to see that this town was named Royal Woods.. it was no metropolis, but it will do..