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Livin' Large
Macroman
Bro, do you even grow?
Affiliations
Super Group
Rank
· Other Affiliations ·
Identity
Real Name
Daniel Sanz
Aliases
Birthdate
June 3, 1982
Birthplace
Detroit, Michigan
Citizenship
Unknown
Residence
Unknown
Headquarters
N/A
Occupation
Hero
Legal Status
Marital Status
In Relationship
· Known Relatives ·
Physical Traits
Species
Meta Human
Sub-Type
N/A
Manufacturer
N/A
Model
N/A
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Gender
Male
Apparent Age
28
Height
Varies
Weight
Varies
Body Type
Athletic
Hair
Unknown
Eyes
Blue
Skin
Unknown
· Distinguishing Features ·
Unknown
Powers & Abilities
· Known Powers ·
Sizeshifting, Density Shifting, Proportional Strength
· Equipment ·
Size Altering Tights
· Other Abilities ·
Scarring of a Child
Macro may have had one of those hero childhoods that are less than pleasant to think about but nonetheless make them into great heroes in the future. His pain filled story starts when he was only four, when Millennium City was still called Detroit, in what is now Westside. His mother was an EMT working long hours that week, being sent out into the crime underbelly of Detroit to pick up some gunshot victims, but someone didn't like someone trying to save the punks that they tried to exterminate. Not one bit. So when the unsuspecting EMT arrived to help the poor kids, a gang of men struck, attacking the ambulance and its personnel with guns. Just showering the sides of the vehicle with bullets. Two of the medics didn't survive the onslaught at all, but one did before a hero arrived to stop the gang from finishing the job. That hero was the original Macroman.
The hero rushed the woman to the emergency room to be treated for her wounds, but it would be in vain. But unknown to her, her husband and four year old child had come to pick her up from work when she got off her shift, they wished to surprise her, not the other way around. They rushed after the gurney, only to be stopped by the hospital workers and forced to wait in the little room with all those germ filled magazines. Six hours had passed, and they heard nothing from the doctors who were trying to save her. That is-- Until a surgeon came out to deliver news. Just not good news. He reported to them that she had sustained three gunshot wounds to her chest. They couldn't get to them in time, her body lost too much blood to replace and she died on the operating table. The child didn't understand what was happening, but the father knew all too well that his wife died in the line of duty.
The father and child were sent home, one deeply confused, the other sobbing uncontrollably. The father walked them both to the roof of their five story apartment building, ripped a poster off the wall by the door and began to write on the back of it. He sat the child by the door to the roof and gave him the note, telling him to give that note to their next door neighbors. The child obviously couldn't read at the time, so had no clue what was written on it, but did as he was told anyways. If he had just gone right then and there, he wouldn't have seen what came next. The father patted the boy on the head, and walked over to the edge, looking back again for a brief moment before falling backwards off the edge of the building, plunging to his death on the street below. The boy quickly turned around and ran into the building, knocking on the door of their next door neighbor, not knowing they weren't home at the time. The boy sat at their door for four hours, legs brought up to his chest and crying into his arms the entire time until they showed up. They picked him up and carried him into their home, only to see the note the boy had clutched into his hands for the whole time. The note read "Take care of him for me. -Sincerely, Jack."
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Title four
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