Timetorn

Samson Ever was late. More late than he'd ever been in his entire life. Of course, he'd never been late in his entire life before, so perhaps he wasn't that late at all. But he was later than he'd like. Which was absurdly ironic not to mention embarrassing, considering his line of work; monitoring time. Which is what he told everyone his line of work was, anyways. In truth, Samson worked as a file clerk for an organization, who monitored time. So perhaps, in a roundabout way, that was his line of work. In any event, he still isn't quite sure what caused his alarm clock to malfunction. Perhaps misfortune. Maybe it was pure kismet. Either way, it was the last time Sam would ever be late again. Unless he wanted to be, anyways.

As stated, Sam worked as a file clerk for the Time Corps, a splinter group of former Ouroboros menders who, after suspecting corruption in their ranks, fled to another universe and formed their own agency. How Sam ended up working at this agency was quite the coincidence in of itself. Samson never really knew his birth parents. They and he lived on a technologically advanced planet named Besbar, light-years away from Earth. New Besboosh, a teeming metropolis where Sam and his parents lived was attacked by a massive terrorist organization. High powered explosives were placed throughout the city, effectively leveling it when they were detonated. A then four year old Samson survived the destruction and was rescued by visitors who had seemingly appeared out of thin air. The couple were Ouroboros menders who'd come to save the few remaining survivors. When they returned home, the Ever family adopted Samson and raised him as their own. Thirteen years later, his parents and a few like minded individuals left Ouroboros behind and relocated to a neighboring planet called Galnar.

Samson's father, a wise and strong-willed man led the group that would eventually become the Time Corps. So then why was Sam at the very bottom of the food chain, so to speak? Well, Samson lacked "initiative" as his parents put it. Sam's father placed him at the very bottom of the organization, in the hopes he'd fight his way to the top. Sam however held no interest in becoming a Timehopper, the elite members of the Corps., entrusted with the ability to travel through time with the help of "Time Knits", skintight wondersuits of alien design. What he did crave, however, was adventure. Becoming a Timehopper would certainly provide a healthy amount of adventure, but again, Sam lacked the drive to complete the training. On a seemingly normal day, Samson was busy filing reports (which is what he did everyday) when he overheard a group of his co-workers make a few comments about Sam's dull job. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Fed up with going nowhere, Samson decided it was time he go everywhere.

Sam snuck into one of the armories during his lunch break. He nabbed a Time Knit that looked like it would fit, pulled it on, and flexed a bit. No one was watching. All Time Knits were colored white, interlaced with microscopic nano-technology. It was also quite fashionable in their time. While checking himself out, Samson inadvertently activated the vortex manipulator. Samson had never been a religious man, but in that moment, as the suit hummed to life, if there was anyone up there calling the shots, Sam prayed to them for safe passage. There was a bright flash of light as the colors of everything blurred around him until his surroundings dissolved like splattered paint running down a wall. And then he was falling; falling through a funnel of light surrounded by stars. His head felt as if it were going to explode before he lapsed into unconsciousness.

Samson woke up in the middle of a heavily populated city and discovered he had jumped five hundred years into the future of Galnar. A little disoriented, Sam was still able to make it back to the location of the Time Corps. Embassy. Surviving the test of time, the building still stood there, as massive as ever, though with updated technology. He made his way inside and explained his situation to the first person he saw, an elderly but stocky gentleman with thinning gray hair. He arched his brows as Sam told his story, "You're Timetorn, son." He told him. Apparently, being "timetorn" was a biological condition Timehoppers experienced if they traveled through the timestream unprotected. Samson activated his suit before he was able to put on the protective facemask. Their digital records verified his identity and his injuries were seen too immediately. The on-staff physicians examined him but determined he was just as healthy as he was before he left his time, except every cell in his body had been chronologically frozen, effectively stopping him from aging. The 'Curse of the Timetorn' they called it.

It was a bittersweet feeling; discovering he'd essentially live forever. But he'd outlive everyone he'd ever meet. Being who he was (the son of the man who'd formed the entire organization), the head honchos at Time Corps. repaired his suit. This time with a helmet. They gave his Time Knit an 'upgrade' as well, on the assumption he'd return home. But he refused to face both the embarrassment and the inevitable loneliness. There was no going back now. He couldn't go home. So he would run and never look back.

Sam has spent the last five hundred years exploring the universe at random, using his extensive knowledge of science, technology and history (from his perspective) to avert whatever catastrophes he happens to encounter. Only recently has he arrived on Earth. Praetorian Earth, to be precise. He teamed up with the resistance before realizing the struggle for power in Praetoria was a fixed point in time, a pivotal point in history where events must proceed as recorded. So he left Praetoria for Primal Earth.

Since arriving, Sam's hopped around quite a bit, familiarizing himself with our timestream. He spent a decade in Victorian-era London when his Time Knit went on the fritz, took part in the Spanish Inquisition, and was present as Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa. When not traveling through time and visiting distant galaxies, Sam fights crime in our time.

Awhile back, I made a Daft Punk duo with a friend. Liked the look so much I decided to make a character based around it. Timetorn's biggest inspiration is definitely The Doctor of the British sci-fi television series Doctor Who. I figured 'What an epic mash-up it'd be'. Doctor Who meets Daft Punk.