Welcome to Halcyon City!

A City of Contrasts

Twenty years ago, in December of 2005, Halcyon City was born. The city itself, or rather the several cities clinging together where an ocean and border met, had existed for many years. But it wasn't the fusing of their disparate governments or the new name or even the secession from Canada into it's own city state that made Halcyon what it was. The first superhero had been born here. She had died here. And ever since then, the world of superhumans had orbited this place. There are heroes and villains and fantastic feats everywhere of course, but when someone rips a whole through space time to get to Earth, three out of five times they'll land here. So it only made sense that eventually it needed to become a place where when they do, people know how to handle it.

And now, the first people to be born in this new old city have started to come of age and put on masks of their own. Some of those who came before wish to guide them, regardless of its guidance they want or need. Some wish to shut them down, the mistakes of youth too catastrophic to allow. And still others ignore them entirely, neither their success or failure important enough to take notice of.

Are they right? You are in a time of change, but growth can be cancers as easily as gardens. Will you allow the views of others to pen you in? Ignore them so utterly you grow unchecked? Are you dangerous or useless? Freakish or invisible? A saviour or a sentencer? Superior or inferior? Mundane or mutable?
What's behind your mask?