Rough Backstory for Stronghold. I like the premise but could use a bit more depth in places. Hope it's ok that I borrowed the use of Sunwall for the story?
Backstory:
Magnus Wright was born in England but didn’t live there long but its history went with him wherever he went through life. At the age of 5 his family moved to Detroit for a job opportunity for his father. Magnus had a fairly ordinary childhood other than the ever present childhood bullies which he proceeded to out think rather than fight back.
In his teens Magnus developed an interest in history…specifically English history. His family traced back to stone wrights in the North Yorkshire area of England and he read everything he could on the era and location. This fascination carried on in to his young adulthood where he attended college and double majored in History and Architecture. After a stint in Graduate School for History the lanky mop-haired youth joined the History Department at the local university in Detroit to be near his family.
Magnus worked hard to make a name for himself over the subsequent years. He concentrated on assisting local organizations track the history of buildings that were due to be destroyed. He found that this type of work thrilled him. Tracking down documents that proved the historical relevance of a particular building and fighting the developers to avoid the blatant loss of history.
His work attracted the attentions of a global organization by the name of Chronicles Limited. They had a position they wanted to offer him in their organization to carry on his work all over the globe. Saying his farewells to his parents with promises to come visit whenever he was in the area Magnus left home and ventured out to make the world a safer place for history.
A few years later, when Chronicles caught wind of a corporation attempting to demolish the ruins of a castle in the area of Magnus’ birthplace to place a research facility Magnus found his Mona Lisa. He would protect this castle through any means. He hopped the first flight from Rome (the HQ for Chronicles) and set up shop near Bolton Castle.
The months of research and litigation flew by and Magnus made little headway in the case. The Sunwall Organization, who he knew little about, were the group that had purchased the lands and were pushing to destroy the ruins of the castle to make way for progress and they seemed to have a neverending supply of slimy lawyers and money.
As the time loomed closer to the destruction, Magnus decided to make greater efforts and to skirt the letter of the law as it seemed Sunwall was doing. He decided to make a stand from within the ruins and keep them from destroying it due to his presence. He set himself up in the interior of the castle near the very heart of the structure. He brought in transmitters and cameras so that he could broadcast the plight of the castle to all who cared.
This held them off for weeks but Magnus’ energy was failing. Without help, he couldn’t stay on guard for very long and one evening Sunwall took advantage of that. They apparently felt that it was easier to take out the castle and the potential thorn in their side at the same time so they just plowed through the walls hoping to achieve both.
What neither Magnus or Sunwall knew was that something existed within the building…not a ghost or a deity but something different. Call it a spirit or a guardian if you will but this being lived in the grounds and walls of this old building, strengthening them and reinforcing them. When the first piece of machinery pushed into the stones the spirit awoke. It was angry for being violated and it struck back. Stonework came crashing down on the machines that were attempting the destruction but Sunwall wouldn’t back down. Apparently they came prepared and unleashed a duo of their Super Powered beings on the structure and the spirit inside. This was too much for the protector spirit to handle and the castle came down around Magnus. The instant before he thought he was dead he felt something touch his mind and all the memories and feelings that had existed in this castle flooded into him.
The spirit transferred from the castle, into his body and enhanced his strength and resolve as well as allowing the debris to fall down around him. When the dust settled Magnus was alive and angry. He burst out of the wreckage of the castle and flew at the two Sunwall flunkies, instantly knocking out one and severely injuring the other. After that he crushed the equipment used in the demolition and then fled as his strength flagged again.
He flew to another set of ruins nearby and tried to wrap his head around what had happened. While mulling it over he got the strange impression that his newfound spirit companion was “talking” to him in a manner. It informed him of what it actually was…the combined essences of years of emotion and memories of the castle. It said that every location that has been in contact with humanity for any length of time has a spirit like this but rarely will any human ever know it’s there. Since the land that this spirit had protected had been destroyed it had found refuge within Magnus.
Magnus took some time to mull over his options. Obviously he was destined to use his new powers to continue his work…just in a different way. The people that occupy these places needed protection almost as much as the buildings and lands did. He would take up the fight in a more literal sense this time.
While recovering in those ruins he also found something else out. Apparently each of these spirits could communicate in a rudimentary form with each other and pass along information. When he heard the whispers he didn’t know what he was hearing at first. Something came through finally that caused his ears to perk up. Detroit was being destroyed. His family, his friends, all those people he ever cared about and all those buildings were going to die and he was one of the only ones who could help stop it.
Magnus stood and prepared to fly home…not knowing how long it would take him…only that he needed to get there. Magnus leapt in the sky and headed west…Stronghold landed in the outskirts of a destroyed Detroit…too late.
Subject: Stronghold- Earth Faction 