As mentioned before, these "imortals" develope unique traits at random. Three childhood friends discovered their powers together, but not all at once. Flick Taco, who was the first to discover his power, came from a middle-class resaurant owning family, so naturally he gravitated towards food. after much curiosity and experimenting in the kitchen, he discovered a talent for making Tacos, but not just any taco; tacos that brought great long lasting happiness.
Now, Flick was not the most powerful influence in his community. He wasn't even a bigshot in stature. He was a short man with a budding handlebar mustache, but what made up for his lack of height was his sumbrero. It was easily at least his size and the round part at the top was a great flame that was red, white, and green. He also never left home without his trusty lighter (that's where he got the "Flick" part of his name). He used this lighter to light his grille for the taco meat and sometimes had a nervous habbit of flicking it, but no accidents ever happened on his watch.
The leader of their childhood gand was the Man of Gentle Birth. Typically, parents don't permanately name their children until after their powers surfaced, but not the Gentle Lord. 'Gent, as he came to be known, had an overbearing father who named him from birth, predetermining that his son's power was going to be gentleness. Grit, later named Fuega when her power surfaced, often teased Gent.
"What kind of power is gentleness? You can't use that in any practical situation! Hey, I'm stealing from the gold mines, what are you going to do? Gentle me to death?"
"Ooh scarey bad grammer? Is that YOUR power?"
"Shut up! My power is gonna be really awsome and kick butt, just you wait, Gent!"
Gent's father had given him the talk that gentleness can often be the best attribute in a leader. Gentle Lord was on the high council that ruled their world. His father had the job before him, and his father before him...
"Keeping your head in a stressful situation and responding calmly and showing mercy is what makes us gentle. THIS, son, is your destiny"
Gent had heard this regularly and had gotten used to it.
The last of their friends to get their powers was Fire Child Fuega. Her powers were also their undoing.
Fuega grew up on the streets of the city. Her family- the gangs and ruffians of the alleys. Out there, it was kill or be killed. So far, she wasn't dead. Her reputation was in trouble. She was feared on every street corner as the roughest toughest street fighter on the planet, but now that the other thugs had already begun developing their talents. Telekinesis, super jumps, sonic blasts, walking through walls- it was not looking good for Fuega. If she didn't develops a talent soon, she'd be the next metaphoric meal on the street. Seeking advice she went to Flick Taco's restaurant.
"I told 'em I'd have the toughest power by next Tuesday. I set my own deadline, Flick! If I don't get my power by next week, I'm done for! Or worse-" she gasped, "What if I do get my power, and its something totally sissy- and there goes my reputation! I'll be the next victim. I'll never be seen again. I'll -"
"calm yourself, Chica. Relax, have a taco. Drink something. You'll feel better."
She grabbed for her taco and flexed her hands.
" You ok?"
" yeah, I've just been feeling weird all day- like I have static on my fingers."
"hm, I'm not sure what that's about- excuse me, I need to relight the grille." As he flicked his lighter, something clicked in "Grit". The flame seemed soo beautiful, but weak. What if it were larger? In a sudden burst of heat, her hand covered in taco grease caught fire. In a panic she tried to put it out, but it screamed to her as if it were in terrible pain for being snuffed out. Soon, her hand was fine and unburning.
"Hey, Taco," she said, "is that grease flammable?"
"Uh, I think so. Why?"
"N-nothing, I just have a hunch about something. You got any leftover grease I can have?"
Indeed he did, and he willingly gave it to her because he loved her, though she'd never pay him any mind. That evening, she poured out the grease and focused, raising her static charged hands. They lit up in a willing happy joy. The flames grew and gave her an adrenaline rush like no other. The flames were a part of her now, spreading and reaching out to touch anything on the streets to see if it would burn. She was in a frenzy. It wasn't until the enforcement police arrived that she regained her human mind and saw what she had done. The entire city was burning. People were smoked out of their homes. Many were injured. Businesses ruined. All her fault in her frenzy.
Gent was shadowing his father at work when thy responded to the fire. Gentle Lord was the first to speak.
"leave this place now- and never return! This is your only chance before you are taken into custody and our fullest punishments placed upon you. Leave now- and never return!"
"Father, isn't that a bit harsh. Accidents happen when people discover their powers. This isn't gentleness-"
"THIS IS MERCY! and you will hold your tongue unless you want to join her." there was silence as Fuega, as that was now her name, stayed on her knees.
"You know what, father, I will join her. Gentleness requires me to stand with the innocent." he left to stand by her and pulled her to her feet.
"Traitor,YOU ARE NOT MY SON!"
In their rush out of town, they picked up Flick Taco and took him along, warning him that he would be in trouble as well since taco grease started the fire. As the three looked for transport, they found that only one ride was left off the planet in a grand Infinity Wheeler with a man named Trucker Joe Jose Johnson. Liking the adventurous escape idea, he was all too willing to take them off planet and be their universal guide through the universe. Thus, they were left utterly alone to fend for themselves in the universe...all because of a freak accident.
