Infinity's Cabal
“Infinite time, with infinite possibilities… but at what point does the infinite become emotionally meaningless?”
The legend of Mr. Infinity began centuries ago outside Florence Italy as the Dark Ages were graduating to the Age of Discovery and the Renaissance. A young man at the time, Infinity had been wandering through the woods near his village when a dimensional portal opened, spawning a few monsters and a set of strange stones. The monsters immediately fled, not bothering with Infinity despite weaving and pushing right past him. The stone recaptured his mind after the sudden mini stampede, glowing in the late afternoon light. Approaching them, Infinity took hold of one of the stones, feeling an energy coursing from it through his arm, and to his chest and brain.
Infinity blacked out almost immediately after exposure, waking several hours later. When he did, even though the sun had long set, the stone’s glow remained. He returned to his home and carried on with life until the plague arrived. Infinity like the rest of the village, caught the disease, but unlike anyone else from that settlement, he survived, and even thrived once recovering from the initial symptoms. That would be the last time Infinity would ever be sick, or harmed, or age, or have a slip of the mind. No matter the severity of an injury or the impossibility of survival, Infinity would never come close to facing death.
His injuries seemed to heal so quickly that it was hard to distinguish if an attack or incident had even left a mark, in spite of the very apparent severity of the injury. Cuts closed before a blade had even been pulled from his flesh, arrows were pushed back out of his body as quickly as they had entered; even an attempted beheading was foiled, as the axe couldn’t even cut through to his spine before Infinity’s body healed, pushing the axe right back out without so much as a mark.
His mind was just as sharp, remembering every instant of every day since being exposed to those stones. He found problem solving to be easier as well, as if he could look around at a situation simultaneously asses and develop multiple battle strategies within seconds. He was able to pick up skills with outrageous ease, quickly learning any and all forms of self defense, language, and cultural ideals. As he learned, he began to hate the world he saw around him, the pain that trapped so many people in every walk of life, and how those who were supposed to be their shepherds had abandoned their flocks in favor of selfish ideals and dreams.
It wouldn’t take long for Infinity to begin developing his own ideals and versions of every subject he had encountered. From philosophy based on the his unique view of life, to new forms of both self defense, and offensive battle styles. He began forming a tight knit group around him, his Cabal.
Made up of both early Alt Humans and those who followed them (believing they were gods), the Cabal knew Infinity presented the greatest opportunity for personal wealth, and helped to install Infinity’s ideals into the world. They spread their influence, soon finding purchase in every corner of Europe and even into Asia and the artic great north. He would encounter enemies as he went, only really finding resistance upon meeting a man who called himself The Cavalier. Superiorly strong, nigh indestructible, and opposed to Infinity’s aims, the Cavalier launched himself into a war with Infinity.
He would make progress, but come far short of stopping Infinity’s ambitions. The greatest success the Cavalier achieved was showing Infinity the danger of moving too quickly, too loudly. It was a lesson cemented by the rise of several European powers, all coming together to force Infinity to back down, cutting through his lines of communication and sabotaging his attempts on a large scale. At the time, these delays cost decades to Infinity’s plan, but through it all, Infinity knew he had more time than any of his enemies, and if nothing else, he could just wait them out.
In the intervening years, Infinity reconciled his power, taking a less intrusive approach to crafting the world he dreamed of. He had seen so much pain and anguish, seen just how cruel the world could be, and how that was only exacerbated by the worst kinds of people. He wanted to give the people of the world a chance to feel as he did, strong, capable, unstoppable. He spent the next eight centuries doing just that, researching ways to bring more Alt Humans into the world, finding his greatest success in the twentieth century, when science and society finally came close enough for him to lay the bridge he’d spent centuries building.
Infinity’s current Cabal isn’t as big as some of his most historic ones, but it is potent. With members like Mr. Napalm, The Poacher, Prof. Halison, Dr. Bile, and god level Alt Humans like Psychosis, Soul Ripper and Limitless, he has his fingers in any number of powerful circles. He’s reached out to fringe groups to try and coax them to put their energies towards his goal. This includes some big names, such as Prometheus and his acolytes, and the one man techno armageddon Anarchy; Infinity will always look for ways to increase the range, and the strength of his grip.