The Mighty Quinn

Physical Description

Name: Mahate Quintok
Alias: The Mighty Quinn
Age: 9,000 years give or take
Eye Color: Yellow Glow
Hair Color: Red/Orange
Height: 7' 6"
Weight: 1000 lbs

Origin

There are things in this universe which one looks at and can only bring themselves to say "ewww!"... for example, insects. And then there are things whose majesty and splendor has been speculated about for eons.

Take the comet. Even with modern science one can not possibly be certain of the contents that comprise the comet. We are certain there is ice. We are certain there are various ores. But we are not sure what mysteries lay inside a comet. There is only so much a spectrographic analysis from hundreds of thousands if not millions of miles away can provide. And so we can only sit back and speculate endlessly for surely no one has ever seen a comet up close.

Roughly 9,000 years ago...

Wrapped in his furs, spear in hand; Mahate Quintok followed the great tusked beast through the icy wastes. He had been lucky to spot this one several days ago, and even luckier to mortally wound it. But that was several days ago, and it had been moving steadily slower the more it bled... its time to die had finally come and his people would dine well on its meat. Then he would at last earn leadership among his tribe's warriors.

Drawing on that thought, he edged closer to the beast until he had maneuvered onto a ledge above it, unseen. Raising his Spear high above his head with two hands he prepared to leap down onto the beast and drive his spear home for the final blow.

Suddenly he heard a noise not unlike that of his own spear flying through the air, only much, much louder. He looked up in time to see a large bright object streaking down through the sky toward him. For a several moments he wondered what the object was, then he though of how beautiful it looked all ablaze and with various colors washing off of it.

Whether it was for protection or to possibly get a chance to touch its splendor he could not tell you, but, dropping his spear, he reached out his hands towards it. Never even having a chance to consider what was happening, as the cold washed over and enveloped him. And there he stood frozen in time for several millennia... no longer quite human.

1000 years ago...

During his time in hibernation, the guiding hand of Mother Nature had assured him safe passage to the farthest reaches of the southern hemisphere. And using the warmth of the sun she thawed him from his icy cocoon. He fell to the ground, unaffected by its bitter cold, drew in a breath, and exhaled an icy chill.

As he stood, the ground seemed to stand with him, frozen chunks of tundra rolling off his body. Concentrating for a moment the pieces rose from the ground and surrounded his form with an icy mass. He looked around and the glare did not bother him for it was far less than the brightness of the last thing he had seen.

Within himself he sensed a desire to protect this land and its creatures, specifically the ones known as penguins. And with a great leap he propelled himself forward.

Mother Nature smiled down on the wasteland as she watched its new protector, the Mighty Quinn, leap away. She had chosen well.

Several months ago...

The foul creatures known as Rikti had caused far reaching disruptions in the Earth's ecosystem, and as a result Mother Nature was injured. It would take some time for her wounds to heal, but, through her pain, she saw that her planet was in great need.

For a thousand years she had watched Mighty Quinn in his tireless efforts to protect the lands of the southern continent. And he had done well. But now it was time to have him serve an even greater purpose.

She would send him to the shores of northern continent of Laurentia. To a gathering place for a multitude of men, women, and other creatures that are akin to gods and goddesses. She would have him go to Paragon City where he could mete out justice in his own special way.

Since arriving in Paragon City, Quinn has become quite fond of pigeons.