Unexpected Ascension

Victor Haunt was supposed to be a nobody. He was fine with that, he'd made his peace with that. After 21 years, the only extraordinary things in his life were his parents.

His dad is the well known B-rate Super Hero "Battle Lord", super strong, durable, flies, wears offensively loud colored spandex, is a total douche-bag, the works.
His mom, Ruby, was just in her mid 30's, still a stone cold milf (even Victor could see and admit that). Currently she had long warm brown hair, massive F-cup tits (Victor may have seen one of her bra's when doing the laundry and checked... purely out of curiosity), a tight toned waist she worked near religiously to keep, and wide hips that could only be described as 'child bearing' supporting a round juicy ass that Victor knew he had to keep from staring at. Victor was pretty sure she had super powers of some kind since she was a little too hot to be just a normal mom, but her looks is what brought his dad to her. She had been a starry eyed teen with an overdeveloped body when his parents crossed paths.

When some terrorist held her hostage, Battle Lord flew in, gave some shitty one-liner, and saved the day. After that, people looked the other way when she ended up pregnant at 16. Even her parents were kinda okay with the fact that, if she was going to be a teen mom, at least it was with "a great superhero." Even if he had a penchant for knocking up damsels in distress.

So, Victor had a lot of half-siblings out there, even if no one said it outright. His mom still gazed wistfully at the news of Battle Lord every so often, and Victor hated him for that. He was never around, except for that one time when Victor had a 'spark' of super powers noticed in him.

Until the next day when it turned out they were dormant and only partially resembled his dad's "Warlord" powers, and had remained so ever since his 16th birthday. He'd been gone ever since.
Victor usually fumed that super powers were unfair as hell. No matter how you looked beforehand, if they 'awoke', the most greasy nerd becomes a solid 9 or 10 traffic-jam-cause in less than a month.

Victor's childhood friend Marco was Cookie King's kid (Cookie King, for Christ's sake. Guy was a E-rate villain at best, and could just make cookies laced with anything but they were all branded with his personal insignia and the guy still looked like an underwear model in his 50's) and went from 'mousy 11 year old neckbeard-in-training' to 'alpha chad 12 year old lacrosse player' over a summer after his powers came in. Instant six-pack of abs, shot up a few inches, looked like he was almost body swapped with an alternate universe version of himself.

Either way, Victor had nothing great going for him. He was tall at 6'1" but heavy set, if he actually worked out harder he would have a nice figure. Shaggy dark brown hair, muddy brown eyes, a handsome but rounded face, pale skin with a fairly clear complexion (thanks to the dermatologist). No girlfriend and a going-nowhere job in a local bank. Yeah, they got held up every once in awhile by some wanna-be villain, but there plenty of wanna-be heroes looking to make a name too, so it all worked out. He liked comics and video games, and keeping up on anti-super tactics in case another villain decided to play 'kidnapper' again. One spoiled 17th birthday party was enough.

Every comic book trope, message board, instructional video, or martial arts class he had ever taken would never prepare Victor for the twists that life were about to throw at him. It had just been a normal day, of course. Victor had just started heading back into the bank from lunch, as he passed an unremarkable tree next to the bank, the ground trembled and leaped under Victor's feet, a loud rumbling came from everywhere as an earthquake ripped through the area. Victor fell to his knees as the violent shaking was too much for him.

As suddenly as it started, it stopped. Except Victor Haunt was no longer alone.