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Stanley Service was an Olympic pole-vaulter. He won the gold, setting a world record for height. He could have continued his athletic career, but he opted to become a soldier. An IED blasted the truck he was in off an embankment. He ended up underneath it. His legs were crushed. He was told he might never walk again.

A government research institute offered him a chance to take part in an experimental program that might help restore his legs. Stan accepted.
They injected him with nanites programmed to alter the way his body healed itself. They worked far too well. His bones hardened, his ligaments became like steel cables. His muscles were practically indestructible.
Unfortunately, an unexpected side effect was that his body required a great deal of exertion or his muscles would cramp and spasm terribly as the nanites tried to repair tissue that wasn't damaged.
Stan began an intense physical training regimen, monitored by the doctors who hoped that his muscle structure would stabilize.
It never did.
Stan was miserable. He spent 18 hours a day training. Gymnastics, martial arts, parkour, marathons. He mastered every sport he had ever heard of that he didn't need a team for. He went through more than 10,000 calories a day.
He was a lab rat. He had nowhere to go. The only thing he could do anymore was exercise, and his medical alterations barred him from any kind of competitive play.
Then the institute was attacked. Stan's program had been shelved after what had happened to him. They were doing more research, working on revisions, hoping to help him and try again. There were people in the world who wanted the Nanite formula right then, and they were not willing to wait.
The video footage of Stan using a knocked-over flag pole to fight off two dozen armed mercenaries went viral.
In the weeks after, the internet was at work. A joke about him being a superhero snowballed out of control. During an interview, when asked if he wanted to put on a costume and fight crime, Stan joked that "it would depend on the costume". The next day a Kickstarter drive was started to fund him. The whitehouse was petitioned overwhelmingly to make him a member of the Avengers. They gave him an interview, but after a lot of thought, he declined. He just didn't like SHIELD's methods. He believed too strongly that superheroes, like police officers, needed to have more public oversight to protect against abuses of power.
SHIELD agreed to help him with a sort of public-relations experiment. They provided him with a collapsible flag-staff that would become his symbol, as well as a pair of self-propelled digital cameras that would record and upload everything he did while on the job. Two months later after a crash course in procedures he was sworn in as a U.S. Marshal.

The success was unexpected and overwhelming. He'd taken his status as an internet celebrity and turned it back around. He became the first multi-media interactive superhero. His exploits were live-streamed. The US Marshal's office maintained a small staff dedicated to handling his cases. The first time he went into action, the massive swell in web-traffic crashed the server as people all over the world logged on to watch The Standard take down The Trapster. over the next few months they decided to create an entirely separate site and server at TheStandard.gov.

Stan's natural charisma and laid-back attitude turned him into a super powered government agent reality tv star.

Since everyone already knew who he was and he really didn't have anyone to protect by keeping his identity a secret, Stan never really felt the need to put on a mask. he didn't even really feel like a superhero. He was just a soldier turned federal agent who got stuck on assignments no one else could take. It was SHIELD who convinced him to try to stand out a little. Something about heroes needing to be symbols as much as people. He compromised with the Flag. It was how he gained his notoriety after all.

When in uniform, The Standard dresses for the job. He wears reinforced racing pants and lightweight tactical boots, a belt with a U.S. Marshal badge and a handcuff case, a black t-shirt with a white US Marshal logo on the breast, a handgun shoulder rig, and a reinforced black leather jacket with the words SPECIAL AGENT across the back. His Flagstaff collapses down to a small baton that sheathes along his belt at the small of his back.

He stands 6 feet 3 inches with the body of a gymnast. Every muscle in his body is corded and chiseled. His eyes are blue and his hair is blond and kept buzzed close to his scalp. His ancestry is mainly nordic and he definitely looks it with his tall lanky frame.

He keeps himself clean shaven and favors black wrap-around style sunglasses.