Bizarro

He struggles with interaction: he doesn't know how to measure his strength or his words. When he attempts a hug, it can be a bit abrupt; when he wants to help, he usually makes things worse. And yet, his intention is always genuine. This mix of clumsiness and kindness makes him deeply endearing. He suffers from chronic loneliness. He's terrified by the idea that no one will love him for who he is. So when someone treats him kindly, he clings with unconditional devotion, like a child who has finally found a home. But that same need makes him vulnerable: he fears being abandoned, afraid of disappointing.

He dresses erratically: a suit similar to Superman's, but with inverted or dull colors, a torn cape, and crooked symbols. He often sews the patches himself, with clumsy stitches, using different colors of thread "because it makes him look happier." He wears found objects around his neck that seem like "friends": a bent piece of metal, a broken toy, a heart-shaped stone.

He was created by Lex Luthor to made a new and improved Superman Clone but the experiment when wrong and Bizarro was born. His mind doesn't match his big strong body so Lex Luthor experiment on him and then abandoned him.

Bizarro lives with an almost childlike innocence: he collects broken things because "they're already like him," he talks to reflections in mirrors, and sometimes sits and gazes at the sky because "his good brother lives there." He doesn't fully understand why everyone fears him, or why every attempt to help ends in disaster. And yet, he tries. Every day. Clumsily, fearfully, but with a huge heart. When he's alone, he speaks softly. Sometimes he repeats Superman phrases like mantras: "Be good... save people... don't break things anymore..." And although his voice sounds deep and broken, there's a sweetness in his tone, as if he fears that even the air might be frightened of him. He's sensitive to an almost painful level. He can be moved by a flower or burst into tears because he accidentally scared someone. He has a primitive, pure empathy: he feels the fear or sadness of others as if it were his own, even if he doesn't always know how to express it. Sometimes he withdraws from the world for fear of causing harm, taking refuge in empty spaces where he can talk to himself or to the objects he adopts as "friends."