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"Through Perseverance and Loyalty are the Mighty Forged!"

(WARNING: Mature RP)

Origins

So little is actually known about Horizon as hard facts... What is Known, is that the young man heralded as Horizon by PRIMUS, was discovered in a crater in the Canadian Wilderness. He was found nude, and unconscious, seemingly unaffected by the extreme weather. When he awoke, he suffered from Amnesia, unable to recall anything prior to awakening within the Ft Steelhead Medical Facility. His amazing display of resilience and further displays within the Facility (crushing chairs, doorhandles, etc by mistake) quickly gained the inquisitive interest of the Facilities management. Shortly later, Psychic investigation was implemented to help "discover" Horizon's lost past, and the only success was images gleaned of an Apocalyptic storm, of epic proportions, and what seemed to be interdimensional travel across the cosmos..

Subsequent attempts to discover more, through immersion, and continued psychic probing have uncovered more fractured images, some of SIGIL and its members, primarilly the hero Jade Defender! More information about the Apocalyptic vision have lead many to believe it was the last images of the Great Captain Paragon, who died in service to the Earth. Later Jade Defender was contacted to question the stranger or validate his identity, and the legendary hero recognized his now younger appearing mentor immediately. Jade Defender took him under his wing, showed him everything about the hero he had once been, showed him the lives he had changed forever in service to the Earth!

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And Now...

It was not long before Horizon was ready to take on the mantle of heroism, and putting his amazing abilities to the protection of "Life , Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness". He kept the nickname given to him by PRIMUS from the Canadian Wilderness, and sped across the globe helping wherever he could. He quickly became a Globally recognized Icon for Hope and Heroism, using his abilities even for mundane emergencies. Eventually PRIMUS Agents contacted him again, hoping he could lend a hand with the Qularr in the United States. The Renovated city of Millennium was under attack and any and all heroes were called upon to lend aid. Ever the symbol of Strength and Hope, Horizon quickly rendered aid, and with the assistance of many amazing heroes, the Qularr were vanquished.

During the Qularr invasion of Millennium City, PRIMUS informed Horizon that the City needed heroes like him, that supervillainous schemes and sinister minds were lying in hiding within the city and its neighboring territory. They also informed him that GLOBE was operating out of Millennium City, and that the Silver Age Sentinels were exactly the kind of symbols he could be part of.

Now Horizon continues his search for answers regarding his fractured past, but falters not in his service to the PRIMUS, Silver Age Sentinels and the people of Earth. He has embraced the mantle of Captain Paragon with seeming ease, and upholds the strongest values of Morale integrity and Justice... believing heavily in dedication and perseverence to the cause will lead to a better tomorrow. This attention to moral integrity and upholding peace for all intelligent life, has lead Horizon to become a whole new heroic Icon separate from his former Captain Paragon persona. This new emblem of Strength and Courage has proven influential to many other heroes and new youths learning how to champion themselves as the newest heroes of Millennium and beyond.

Horizon has nearly regained all his fractured memories of his former persona, and has fostered strong relations with a several of the heroes who fought beside and collaborated with him during those early years. These memories have began to provide Horizon with invaluable battle and professional experience regarding a great many facets of civilian, and governmental heroic life.

Stories

He loved these moments, traveling the infinite stretches of the Cosmos like a beacon of light. It was only in the vacuum of space that Horizon was able to be so free. Everything fell away, sound was nowhere to be heard, no cacophonous roar like on Earth. All the people running about in their vehicles, the machines, everything. It was pure silence. The beauty one beheld while traveling faster than light was hard to describe. Suffice it to say, that the way the stars, the space debris of rock and mineral older then anything on Earth, and the Glowing nimbus of the Nebulae that passed in hues and streaks about him, was more rapturous then anything he ever saw.

Horizon dropped out of FTL flight as he neared the familiar station of crystalline rock and smooth, polished towers, embedded in the side of the ancient asteroid known only as Maeda. This tiny but gloriously well crafted place, was lost to the galaxy at large, which is the way its inhabitants liked it. They hid themselves away from the dangers of Tyrants and pirates alike, from the monsters of the infinite. The debris field here was unique, a strange mixture of naturally occuring tachyon particles and Ghurl'el created a zone of energy, which registered as dead space. A portion of space, devoid of energy, much like a black hole. Ships could not navigate through dead space, the risks too great for their crews, as their navigational computers, or sensors simply could not register a means of propulsion or vectors to safely traverse the void.

Horizon approached slowly, gliding towards an elaborately carved archway, an entryway to the glossy citadel set into the glittering asteroid. The entry recessed into the asteroid like a tunnel, that ended at what could only be a large doorway. Which opened with a flood of light as he waited in the silent vacuum.

Andras greeted him anxiously. The elder Tritihian was approaching a venerable age, his stature was slouched and feeble, though he carried himself with dignity and reserved poise. We wore a simple gown of black and silver, as appointed him by the old Tirithian council, who were now scattered and hunted by the tyrannical New Tirithian Empire. He wore the crest of his family lineage, emblazoned in simple relief upon a coif about his neck. It translated; Drom'em.

The interior of the small citadel was polished stone of metallic hue, resembling the Earth mineral; Hematite. Horizon boldly walked across the entry chamber to were the elder awaited him, his crimson cape billowing behind him like a living thing in the low gravity.

Andras began, apprehensively. Horizon cut him off hurriedly. He finished. Horizons eyes pleaded with the elder to prove him wrong, to disarm his fears... but no such dismissal followed.

Andras met the younger Tirithians glowing gaze with grim forebearance, measuring his response. Slowly he turned away, walking purposefully into the fortress. Horizon followed him, trying to be patient with the elder, and allow him the opportunity to help in whatever capacity the ancient Tirithian could. They entered a chamber that opened upon a large crystal formation, that shed a soft azure light about the hall. Spread out like star formations all about the chamber were further crystals, that hovered of their own accord, glowing with soft white light. Horizon knew this room, having learned of its importance from Andras in their first meeting months ago. It was the well of Hope. The fabricated mirror of the Tirithians scattered peoples, not possessed by the Imperial war machine. Andras came to rest at the central Crystal, towering into the chambers ceiling which spanned into darkness above.

The elder almost whispered as he stared into the large crystal. he continued, his voice full of painful memories and fading.

Horizon came to stand behind him, watching over the smaller man, and allowed his gaze to fall over the formation. Inside the crystal were pinpoints of light, that resembled galaxies viewed through Earth telescopes. Spiral formations of closely knit lights and sparkled from within the crystal.

Andras continued sadly. Andras turned to look at Horizon then, his face full of apology. He finished gravely.

Horizon shook his head, upset, but quickly clearing his mind. He suspected Andras may not be able to help him with the strange Tirithian relic's turning up, the temporal fluctuations on Earth, or the disappearance of his best friend. Though he may be able to help with this. Horizon produced a small dull crystal, glowing with a feint red light, presenting it to Andras. The elder turned completely to him to better view the old relic. He leaned in closely, allowing his hand to hover near it briefly. The crystal lit up slightly, barely glowing a little stronger.

Andras breathed in wonder.

Andras hurried from the chamber as quickly as his aging frame would allow him without pain. He carefully carried the shard in his upturned palm, studying it as he moved from the Well of Hope. Horizon followed him briskly, watching the elder in confusion, but hoping for an answer momentarily. Andras shuffled through the halls, and began ascending a long spiraling ramp that served as a staircase in the fortress. The spiraling platform, served to circumvent the Well of hope, the inside wall, was transparent and viewed in upon the Well, through shimmering, one way glass, that appeared to house countless stars.

Andras began, almost muttering to himself as he ascended. he continued, quizzically studying the shard further. Horizon pressed, as they continued up the winding ramp.

Andras paused briefly to look at the younger Tirithian in almost utter disbelief. Horizon only blinked at him, then paused to look at the shard himself. Both men allowed their gaze to rest upon the shard, before Andras continued.

Andras countered, apologetically. Andras paused to consider his words before continuing. Andras waved off the statement, as if he were getting off subject. he asked. Horizon answered, need apparent in his voice.

Andras only nodded, continuing up the ramp, which was nearly leveled off at a new platform. The two men stepped through a elaborate entryway onto a glass floor, which appeared much like the interior wall of the ramp, shimmering with countless lights trapped within. The room was lit by a glowing source of light centralized above the floor of a large chamber. About the room were small sconces burning with shimmering colors unique at each, placed upon the floor. Tables of alien design dotted the chamber, upon each were collections of strange devices, crystals and plantlife, too numerous to count.

Andras finally continued, as he crossed the chamber. He said with some excitement. Andras stopped, suddenly and turned back over his shoulder to stare at Horizon, his face suddenly solemn and pale.

Horizon met his gaze, quizzically, and began to worry something was wrong.

He asked, concerned about the elder. Andras almost whispered. Lost in reverie.

Andras snapped out of his daydream and continued across the chamber to one of the many tables, where strange devices of untold alien origin lay scattered among other minerals and glowing oddities.

He said, pointedly, getting back on track. Andras continued, making progress in his assessment. Horizon inquired, hopeful.

Andras began sifting through the many things upon the table, until he came upon a small rounded, yet flat stone, shaped like a smooth discus. He scooped it up and turned facing Horizon.

he said flatly. He handed the discus over to Horizon, smiling gently to himself

Horizon scrutinized the strange discus, its center was opaque, hazy, with more points of light, like imperfect bubbles trapped in stone. The outside texture was porous, and rough, like igneous rock... pocked with small holes and imperfections.

Horizon asked, gesturing to the flat stone. Andras said, disappointment clear on his face.

Andras began moving away from horizon, pointedly crossing the room, to stand near the center, viewing the Well of hope below them, through the transparent floor. Horizon slowly crossed after him, moving carefully, while studying the discus.

Andras nearly whispered, almost to no one.

He turned then to look at the younger Tirithian. His pale eyes, did not glow like Horizons, he had not been subject to the qualities of the Yellow Sun, and thusly was not "empowered" as the youth was. Horizon met his gaze with his own glowing orbs, calmly awaiting Andras' next words.

Andras said sadly.

OOC Information...

• Horizon is not immune to psychic intrusion, but has proven quite resilient to unwanted infiltration... (A benefit granted him by The Cosmic Light), for Mind/Emotion readers, simply send me a tell, marked with ((Mental:)) in game for mind reading.

• For Powerful LoreMasters (Psychics/Mystics/Fateweavers,etc), (40+lvl) may know that Horizon is indeed the fractured consciousness of the Former hero Captain Paragon, and was recreated by The Cosmic Light in a deal made by his lost father, with the almighty Light, sealing his sons fate to champion his lost civilization.

• Killing/Defeating Horizon permanently is Nearly impossible, as his fathers deal with The Cosmic Light has tied him inexplicably to the Mystical intelligence. Its power fuels his own. On the same coin, Horizon is tied to the well-being of the Light, and thus should "IT" falter, he too would suffer... He can however be harmed, his body is not completely invulnerable, and long enough exposure to Super-powered damage/attacks, where him down, even to the point where all instrumentation, and psychic/mystic probing would identify him as "dead". The Light will simply rebuild him, and place him without memories once again upon the Earth, in a lost ruins, his predecessors built in a hidden region ages ago.

• Granted The Cosmic Light is heralded by many cultures across the Cosmos, as the maker of all things, the spark of all life everywhere... any assault against this intelligence, would be on a Galactic Scale, as the Light has champions on every major world across the known Universe!

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