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Here's the origin pitch of Temper (Black Dow's submission) - have (loosely) tried to tie it into some DC-mythos.

Been a brutal week at work, so still working on finalising the crunch, but thought it more important to let you see my inspiration.

Profile is a placeholder for the crunching.

Temper: Backstory:

Daria Desmond was like her father, Mark Desmond, in so many ways… and yet not. He had lived in the news reports and headlines as the brutish villain Blockbuster, and had died as a forgotten hero at the hand of fiery titan Brimstone.

Growing up in the small mining town of Bleak Rock, West Virginia you could say the earth was always in her blood. A bright student, Daria had shown the same aptitudes for science as her father, but rather than focussing on his field of chemistry she had indulged in a childhood passion for rocks and geology.

She was always aware her father was different… He was massive, strong as ten men and possessed a simplistic view of the world. Yet as much as proud as she was of him, the old journals and research papers fascinated her even more. As a young girl they were merely pretty patterns, on bundles of coloured paper. When she asked her father about them he would grow frustrated, clearly recognising them but no longer able to articulate the higher thoughts they represented.

It was in those times that Daria caught a glimpse of the raw anger that had made her father such a brutally effective tool for real villains to exploit. Her mother had not hidden the story of Blockbuster from her… and while she was saddened by what he had endured, she was also driven to be as good a daughter as the good man he had become. Miner, caretaker and protector of Bleak Rock. Blockbuster was now a big hero in his own small way. And he too needed protection from those who would seek to use him again… a protection that came in the night… wearing the cowl of the bat.

Daria only met the Batman once. Her father introduced her when she overheard them talking… Wreathed in shadow he was a forbidding figure, but she never felt scared… The Batman had spoken quietly telling her “Remember child - The Blockbuster is dead. He died in a dark mine shaft ... and when he reached the light, he was reborn… A better man.”

Her mother would smile when Daria would recount the story (again and again).

As Daria grew into her teens her passion for science became ever more voracious. Her hard work bore fruit she was offered a surprise internship at the Thomas Wayne Foundation. While their she delved more into her father’s past and his research - which in turn drew her into meta-physical disciplines as much as her geo-sciences.

Until everything changed. Until Brimstone..

She remembered watching it on the news. A fiery giant named Brimstone facing off against countless government metahumans. The first line of defence. The Suicide Squad the news had called them. And they died at the titan’s hands. First to fall… the man mountain named Blockbuster…

He had died once before in an old mine. That was a poetic death. This was not. Burned alive by fire and Brimstone.

She remembered her mother crying, the sad faces of friends and neighbours at his funeral. Yet Daria did not mourn his passing for it lit a fire inside her…

She vowed not to be her father. And yet in his death she found her inspiration to be exactly like him. Blockbuster was dead, but the research she had done, the advances science had made showed showed that his heroism could live again. Daria had his formula. She had the drive to be a hero… she just needed his DNA to complete the sequences and her new Blockbuster compound would be complete.

So it was that in her lab at the University that she imbibed the new serum-compound. What she had failed to take into account was the residual plasma magnate imbedded into her father’s scorched DNA. The fiery heart of Brimstone.

When the serum burned through her veins and transformed her body - Daria become something else. Not Blockbuster. Yes she was strong and tall, but her skin was a tough mantle and her blood now molten. The fire of the serum had fortified her into something else… Temper was born.