A total of 9 superhumans on Earth that're utterly unrelated to any other "kinds" or "breeds" exist: one, the Clockwork Goddess, is mentioned above.
The other 8 however, are not to be found in Africa, Asia or Europe, instead being singular wonders of their Earthly regions. Until recently, all 9 stayed hidden for a variety of reasons, but the third passage of the Green Star and the rebirth of Starbeast and Starborn has provoked an end to this seclusion...
The Clockwork Goddess:
Australia and New Zealand:
Urgrund, the Rainbow Serpent:
PL15/300pp. Urgrund the Rainbow Serpent is, to the aborigines, the creator; the highest of gods. She made all things, they say. They are wrong, of course, but it doesn't change the fact that Urgrund is immensely powerful.
A rainbow-colored "dragon", Urgrund is the creation of the Stonebuilders, an alien species now long-gone from the universe. Taking an aborigine woman and placing her consciousness inside a Stonebuilder's body, her makers intended Urgrund to be a bridge between human and Stonebuilder. But an unknown calamity forced the Stonebuilders to abandon Earth and never return; now, Urgrund's fate is her own to decide.
Urgrund is a serpentine brick of great power, but with a crippling weakness: for every hour spent awake, the Rainbow Serent must sleep for an entire year. This extreme lethargy gave rise to the aborigine belief in a "Dreamtime".
Originally Posted by Urgrund, the Rainbow SerpentNew Zealand:Here there be dragons...
Though built on signicantly more than 150pp, Urgrund's crippling lethargy more than balances things out.
The Feathered Moth:
PL0/40pp. The Feathered Moth is the only known genuinely human psychic on Earth. Able to project her consciousness forth in the form of a neon-purple, bizarrely feathered solid moth, this Maori wise-woman is pretty tame, as far as superhumans go. Nevertheless, Maori often travel travel for hundreds of miles to confer with the old woman, so power may not be what makes the Feathered Moth so noticeable.
Originally Posted by The Feathered MothThe Multicolored Beast:Not every greatly revered psychic is a bad-ass. Some, like the Feathered Moth, are essentially helpless in a fight.
PL10/150pp. It came to this pale blue dot, third from its sun, to understand individuality, self, and being. It was part of a whole, but it desired now to be whole unto itself. It had neither gender nor form, nor a name of its own. But it saw the monkeys on the tiny blue dot had such things, so it extruded itself down the dimensional stack. It merged with a human host, blending body and soul perfectly. What resulted from this cosmic fusion was a beautiful creature, elegant and extraordinarily long-limbed, with brightly colored plumage and a beak in place of a mouth. Calling itself the Multicolored Beast, this amalgamated entity may control color and texture with a touch---it's own, or that of others. The Multicolored Beast has taken a liking to the Feathered Moth, and so it protects her with its very life.
Originally Posted by The Multicolored Beast-//-\\-Every supers setting needs at least one 'WTF' character; I feel the Multicolored Beast fills this niche especially well!
The Middle East:
The Devil-King, He-who-is-from-Irem:
PL9/133pp (with a mundane human body). Evil can have power, too. Evil can have immense power. Such is the case with He-who-is-from-Irem. The oldest superhuman alive, older even that the long-forgotten Mu, He-who-is-from-Irem likely is the figure that inspired the Christian Devil.
Iren was an old city, very old, and is mentioned in the Quran as a place of immense evil smote to ruin by God's will. The city's reputation for wickedness came from its nameless, quasi-immortal ruler.
The Devil-King of Irem was a mere man...once. Then he found the camp of a sleeping god and stole the god's staff. The staff ate the man's soul, and regurgitated it back up as black as sin. Now able to possess whomever took the staff, the Devil-King built a place of dark power and called it Irem.
In Irem, the Devil-King made black pacts with entities from the depths f his own twisted people's minds and gained great power. He ruled with a wicked will and committed atrocities as it pleased him. Even afte Irem's destruction, the Devil-King endured, the staff taking by the triumphant leader of Irem's destroyers.
He-who-is-from-Irem is a moderate telekinetic and a skilled telepath, but none can resist possession by him if they take up the staff. All the evil the Devil-King has accomplished, all the horrifying deeds, have been done with but a smattering of superpowers. One day, however, a Starborn will come into possession of the staff...and then the world may well burn for an ancient psychic parasite's amusement!
Originally Posted by The Devil-King, He-who-is-from-Irem-//-\\-His staff, by the way, is Ancient technology, now outlawed in the Great Imperium, and is the ONLY Device to be found on Earth...!
The Sleeping Toad and the Dreaming Frog:
Long ago, a great toad and a great frog had an argument. No one knew what the argument was about. It's a bit irrelevant, at this point. The fact was, they had an argument, and it turned violent; both toad and frog tried to eat each other: both died. A single entity in two bodies. Placeholder.
PL11/151pp. Cold. So cold. So hungry. Will I be full, now? Will I be warm, now? Is this blood and terror enough to fill me up? No. It never is.
I cannot remember the beginning. There was no beginning---just the hunger and the damnable cold. Everywhere, cold.
Where has everyone gone? Why has everyone left? Did I... Did I... No. No! They're out there...somewhere. I did not eat them. I did not eat them. I... Did I? Then why am I so cold? Why...?
I don't remember who I am. Where am I?
It doesnt matter...it doesn't matter.
I'm so hungry...
Wendigo is dead. Wendigo is also hungry. A man ate fish and drank water tainted by a meteorite; he died and rose a sentient, non-infectious zombie. Driven to eat meat and hibernate during the summer months, Wendigo has entered the mythologies of the First Nations, a hungry demon lusting to gorge himself on the flesh of the recently dead: a super-cannibal, in other words.
Originally Posted by Wendigo-//-\\-A zombie. Yes, a zombie.
The Polynesian Islands:
PL12/190pp. Beneath the sea is fire. This fire makes the world live, and seethe, and breathe. Long ago, a second genuinely natural psychic died on the islands of Hawaii, and his soul "fell", landing amidst this sea of fire. The man's ghost wrapped the fire around his ectoplasmic body and...he became the fire. Wreathing himself in a new body made of fire, magma and immense pressure, he returned to the surface...explosively. Hawaii was incinerated in a massive volcanic blast, and everyone thereupon died.
But only for a time. That which the Destroyer consumes, the Destroyer can recreate. He vomited up his old people, this time changed. Fire could no longer harm them. They had obsidian for skin. They could subsist off ash and rock.
But...they could no longer leave their island homes. Feeling guilty for inadvertently bringing about this calamitous catastrophe, the Destroyer has stayed with his people, bestowing his miracles at their command. He is their servant, his eternal service his penance.
Originally Posted by The Destroyer-//-\\-A Polynesian take on the Human Torch...or maybe Firestorm. The Destroyer has the Reversible Extra on all of his pyrokinesis, meaning what he burns to ashes he can easily restore to perfect condition.
PL13/287pp. Beat the drums; dance the dances; sing the songs: Osidian is with us, and he must feed. Long ago, Osidian came from the mountains, with the blackest of skin and eyes that shined like the moon, maca in hand, blood on his face. He conquered us and made us civilized, and for this we worship him. But we owe him, for this gift. We him our very lifeforce: our blood---so it shall be.
Osidian is a paragon; even he is not sure where his powers come from. In theory, Osidian could be the equal of much-fabled Michael Archangel...theoretically: for, you see, Osidian must "feed" off of the lifeforce of human sacrifices to maintain his godlike power.
And simple murder is not enough. It must be ritualized, coupled with prayer and ceremony. And furthermore, it must be someone other than Osidian who performs the killings. Osidian runs out of power quickly; as he is not a Starborn, his physiology handles the absorption of energy poorly and inefficiently. So, to remain strong...---the blood must flow. The blood must flow.
What is Osidian? No one (even Osidian!) is entirely clear. He is no Starborn. His family lineage is unremarkable. His children...and he has many...have no superpowers, themselves. Furthermore, no alien DNA is mixed with his. So...he is an enigma, even to himself.
Originally Posted by OsidianYes, on average Osidian is considerably more powerful than PL10/150pp, and yes, Osidian is an evil Supermanalogue. But...his overwhelming power is completely dependent on regular ritual murder by a dedicated priesthood. Stop the sacrifice, and Osidian's vast power starts to wither and quickly...