My name is Ashley Motta, and this is my family's story, and mine.
My parents were minor heros in Paragon City in the early 1960's. My father, Jakob Motta aka Captain Straight met my mother Daisy Freespirit in Skyway, and they fell in love. Daisy wanted to go to San Fransisco for the Monteray Pop festival, so she and dad went. My dad had no idea that the sugar cube mom gave him was loaded with LSD, but it was. Mom actually benefitted from the LSD, as she was soon able to conjure illusionary objects to toss at enemies, and to a lesser extent dad benefitted from his new found ability to jump an amazing distance. Soon enough however, they turned away from fighting crime and just became two more hippies following the Grateful Dead from town to town. In 1969, at Woodstock, I was born.
My parents were shocked to see how mutated I was! Born with soft spikes on my arms and legs was bad enough, but the "worst" thing to their tie-dyed sensibilities was the fact that I was born sans any coloring, except black tendrils on my too white skin. I stood alone as a Lichtenstein pen drawing in a Vasarely technicolor dreamscape. As shocked by my appearance as they were, my healing ability was enough to cause them to value me greatly.
In 1995 the Grateful Dead stopped touring, and we moved back to Paragon City, where I met my three best friends, Boudicia Dark, Aud Mankiller and her half brother Skroo Bahl. Boudicia really went out of her way to show me the ropes and helped me on my way towards being a hero in Paragon, and Skroo always keeps me laughing. My parents however, never regained their desire to be heroes, and slid further and further into drug abuse. By the time I got my cape, my parents were living among the Lost, and I was very fearful for their well being. Then, the worst thing I could imagine happened. My mother was taken by supatrolls, and my father was converted by the Lost, converted into an aberrant rector.
I was devistated to find my father in such a grotesque state, and I called on my friends to help me controll and subdue him in his superdine fueled wrath. The three of us fought him for hours, trying desperatly to just knock him out, but Aud, with her superstrength, inadvertantly killed my father. I don't blame her though, I know it was the superdine that really killed my father.
From that moment on I have devoted my life to stopping the superdine trade and helping others get off hard drugs, and rediscover their clear-headed goodness. I do not believe the Lost are a "lost cause", and I live among them to this day. I also still search for my mother, but I recently heard a rumor that she has been changed into an Eidelon, and if that is the case.......I will stop her by any means at my disposal.
Now my name is Ash Mote, and I will put a stop to the superdine trade if it kills me.
"The cure for cowardice is not more whimpering and cringing, but to bare your teeth." Fr. Pontefescue
"The earth is not dying, it is being killed, and those who are killing it have names and addresses." ~ Utah Phillips
My name is Ashley Motta, and this is my family's story, and mine.
My parents were minor heros in Paragon City in the early 1960's. My father, Jakob Motta aka Captain Straight met my mother Daisy Freespirit in Skyway, and they fell in love. Daisy wanted to go to San Fransisco for the Monteray Pop festival, so she and dad went. My dad had no idea that the sugar cube mom gave him was loaded with LSD, but it was. Mom actually benefitted from the LSD, as she was soon able to conjure illusionary objects to toss at enemies, and to a lesser extent dad benefitted from his new found ability to jump an amazing distance. Soon enough however, they turned away from fighting crime and just became two more hippies following the Grateful Dead from town to town. In 1969, at Woodstock, I was born.
My parents were shocked to see how mutated I was! Born with soft spikes on my arms and legs was bad enough, but the "worst" thing to their tie-dyed sensibilities was the fact that I was born sans any coloring, except black tendrils on my too white skin. I stood alone as a Lichtenstein pen drawing in a Vasarely technicolor dreamscape. As shocked by my appearance as they were, my healing ability was enough to cause them to value me greatly.
In 1995 the Grateful Dead stopped touring, and we moved back to Paragon City, where I met my three best friends, Boudicia Dark, Aud Mankiller and her half brother Skroo Bahl. Boudicia really went out of her way to show me the ropes and helped me on my way towards being a hero in Paragon, and Skroo always keeps me laughing. My parents however, never regained their desire to be heroes, and slid further and further into drug abuse. By the time I got my cape, my parents were living among the Lost, and I was very fearful for their well being. Then, the worst thing I could imagine happened. My mother was taken by supatrolls, and my father was converted by the Lost, converted into an aberrant rector.
I was devistated to find my father in such a grotesque state, and I called on my friends to help me controll and subdue him in his superdine fueled wrath. The three of us fought him for hours, trying desperatly to just knock him out, but Aud, with her superstrength, inadvertantly killed my father. I don't blame her though, I know it was the superdine that really killed my father.
From that moment on I have devoted my life to stopping the superdine trade and helping others get off hard drugs, and rediscover their clear-headed goodness. I do not believe the Lost are a "lost cause", and I live among them to this day. I also still search for my mother, but I recently heard a rumor that she has been changed into an Eidelon, and if that is the case.......I will stop her by any means at my disposal.
Now my name is Ash Mote, and I will put a stop to the superdine trade if it kills me.
"The cure for cowardice is not more whimpering and cringing, but to bare your teeth." Fr. Pontefescue
"The earth is not dying, it is being killed, and those who are killing it have names and addresses." ~ Utah Phillips
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