At the age of five while on a tour of the white house with my parents Meglosaur smashed through the high vaulted windows and blasted the innocent tourists with his intensely focused radioactive laser beam eyes. I woke up days later in the D.C. hospital, an orphan.
What was even more frightening than suddenly finding myself alone in this the world was the realization that new abilities were coursing through my veins. Meglosaur's radioactive eye lasers had boiled my blood and when it had simmered back down to a regular flow, like a fine alfredo sauce it had gained flavor and subtle richness. The flavor I speak of naturally was the new power I had to concentrate the heat in my scorched veins into my pupils and liquidate the nurses serving me green jello with a narrowed blink. Which I did with a quickness desiring no speed of its own.
Weak, terrified, and now pursued by the man I fled the hospital and took to the sewers where a kindly rat, named Basil, brought me morsels of food and pushed my head in a puddle so that I might drink. He taught me all that he knew of the hip hop underground and we emerged together into this world a year ago. By day I free style fly beats on the street corners while Basil break dances for spare change. By night I use my powers to fight evil. And always Basil and I stalk that raging beast Meglosaur so that I might at last take my revenge! AND IT WILL BE MINE!
I live my life incognito, always hiding my fantastic freakish super powers from my friends and loved ones.
My mild mannered 'Clark Kent' personna, "Georgia Kennedy." When those glasses come off, lasers shoot out of my eyes like you wouldn't believe.