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"The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you're okay." (Roleplay/Parody; not actually Tyler Hoechlin)

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⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 5

An independent portrayal of Kal-El, the last son of El, known to humanity as 'Superman', set in the omniverse.

ꕻ Serious/Detailed/Literate RP
ꕻ Dark/Mature/NSFW Themes
ꕻ MDNI

#DCRP
#MarvelRP
#MVRP

More info:
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Character Bio for Kal-El

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⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Apr 7

||: Everywhere I go I can’t get away from bloody flippers.

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 8

He's exploring this new Earth he crash landed in, and he's not sure he likes what he's seen thus far.

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𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 @vitriolicvirago.bsky.social · Nov 8

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘
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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌

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𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 @vitriolicvirago.bsky.social · Oct 23

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢
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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄

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𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 @vitriolicvirago.bsky.social · Oct 21

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘
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𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

“Even all the way up here, I can hear every single one of you.”

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄
A #LastSonOfEl story

Featured Track: https://open.spotify.com/track/0wnsR9zLi9kAZ6mXbjhSJU

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< and his shoulders sag just a little.

“Sounds like a job for ‘Superman’,” he tells his mother with a wry smile. Clark leans down and places a kiss on each headstone, then steps back to take one last look before taking to the skies.

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< govern.
Men who preyed upon women they should be protecting.
Monsters entrusted with the innocence of children.

It’s hard, even for him, to hope for a better tomorrow for humanity when he’s staring into the eyes of monsters.

Something catches his attention, >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< “Sometimes I wonder if I’m even helping,” he confesses with a quiet sigh. “I don’t know how you guys can see the good in people.”

In his four years since donning the cape, he’d seen the worst in humanity.

Dictators building empires upon the bodies of the very people they >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< thoughts. He can’t imagine ever being worthy of the moniker ‘Superman’. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, he thinks. >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< reading the Daily Planet’s headlines and what they - or more specifically, Lois Lane the journalist - had taken to calling him when he dons the cape.

“Doesn’t feel right, considering…”

Again, his words trail off as he thinks better of finishing his >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< double life as mild-mannered farmer Clark Kent and as ‘Superman’.

“I still feel ‘Superman’ is a bit much,” muses Clark out loud, a ghost of a smile upon his lips, his gaze now turned to his mother’s headstone. She would have gotten such a kick out of >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< “Vicky says I should get a dog,” he chuckles, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea with me doing the things I do.”

He does wonder briefly about how a dog would react to him living a >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< headstone. “Even with the TV on.” He’d made a habit of turning on the TV set to his father’s favorite channel, even when no one was watching. It helps him stave off the melancholia, pretending as if his father was in the other room watching his favorite news pundits. >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< their names. “Maybe I would have been quick enough to…”

His words trail off. It’s the same every year.

If only.
He could have.
He would have.
He should have.

“It’s still too quiet at the house,” Clark tells his father, his eyes shifting to Jonathan’s >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< worst had happened, and he wasn’t there to stop it.

By the time he found the wreck, there was nothing he could do but hold the charred, lifeless bodies of his mother and father.

“I should have been here,” he says quietly, forcing his gaze back to >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< One day, he heard his mother scream, and then…

Silence.

He was already soaring through the skies when he first heard Martha scream for her husband. Frost stung his eyes, but his tears flowed unbidden from fear and the foreboding sense that the >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< mother rising from her favorite chair in the kitchen to comfort her husband, its weathered legs squeaking against the hardwood floor.

He could hear their hearts beating just a little bit quicker at the sight of one another, even after all these years. >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< The entire time he was away from the farm, he never felt alone, because even with the great distance between him and the Kents, he could hear them. He could hear his father lamenting about the meager harvest as he entered their modest home. He could hear his >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< he learned of his home world, its fate, and how he was its sole survivor.

He learned the truth about why he was so different from his friends despite seeming so… human.

He learned how to harness the powers gifted unto him by the Earth’s yellow sun. >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< that had been stowed away in the pod that brought him to this Earth, he trudged through frozen tundra and found what he sought: answers to questions he never even thought to ask.

Through a holographic simulacrum of his long-dead biological father, >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< unsteady. “Still hasn’t gotten any easier.”

His jaw tightens. He remembers the day as if it was yesterday.

He’d left the farm - left 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, really - to learn about his otherworldly origins. About the truth of where he had come from. Guided by the sunstone >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< as if to speak, but the words are lost from the tip of his tongue. Memories of better days - less lonely days - evoke a sense of melancholy that forces him to tear his gaze from their names etched in stone.

“Six years,” Clark says finally, his voice >

⟬𝐊𝐀𝐋-𝐄𝐋⟭ @thelastsonofel.bsky.social · Jan 6

< Clark Kent, orphan son of Jonathan and Martha.

Thirty-one years ago today, they had found him in a cornfield, and took him in as one of their own.

“Hey Ma. Hey Pa,” he half whispers, as if concerned about waking them from their eternal slumber. He takes a breath, >