I am Grey, the Vulcan Jedi.
I walk the Twilight path between the Light and the Dark Side
of the Force.
Due to my achieving Kohlinar…the purging of emotion…I have
eliminated desire and passion.
I can deal with my enemies in ways which would forever consume
others.
Live long and prosper.
May the Force be with you.
Don’t Fuck with me.
My secret identity is a ethereally beautiful, independently wealthy aesthete and philanthropist.
Supermom, she’s energetic and multitasks with a smile on her face and laughter in her eyes, she’s smart and tireless, she’s selfless, kind and helpful outside her family as well,
she’s cool too,
and she’s sexy, but not blatantly so and certainly not to those whom she mothers.
Any super hero that can fly.
You see, I don’t necessarly want to fight crime or explore the universe or be hailed as a hero. I just want to fly, dammit!
I am my secret identity.
I think my alterego is a detective, not unlike Miss Cordelia Grey. She is tough, sexy, logical, adventurous, cool-headed…everything I’m…well, not exactly up to.
I have the recipe for octa-hexa-glop around here somewhere. Iy could be in the margins of Book Of The Vishanti. I’ll go look.
I am El Diablo, masked wrestler. Gonna put the Claw on you.
Lamont Cranston
By day, I’m a cynical, socially-cursed nerdling. By night, I’m the Kittenator (cue dramatic, but cute music - “Flight of the Valkyries” as played by a xylophone, for example). Hey, don’t mock kittens; they have extraordinary abilities - especially when daemon-possessed and hungry.
I lure evildoers with a cute ‘mew’ and then sink my sharp claws, undulled by a lifetime of walking on bookshelves, into their pantlegs, making them wince in pain long enough to let Superman or whomever take them down. Then the superhero, overtaken by my cuteness, gives me the credit and I get the keys to the city. The ladies just love me.
That’s always a fun one. The only issue is when the character is supposed to live his life in secrecy/keep his ablities secret. I can imagine a lot of interesting after effects on that (Witch hunts, Reporters camping out on the lawn, the pic going up on every news paper front page on earth, stuff like that).
“Would you like to ride with Batman?”
So, are you Nyarlathotep?
If you don’t know what I mean, don’t worry about it.
That’s the beauty of being able to turn into a bat. The common, brown bat is not the fastest thing on wings. But at two inches long, it’s impossible to track one at night. I’d be safe as long as no one stuck a radio transmitter on me.
Hijack-Marvel Comics explored this and a bunch of other comic book plot-devices/cliches in StarBrand. The protagonist is given powers by a mysterious, dying man.
He does not immediately get a costume and fight crime.
When he attends a comic book convention, a panel begins deducing his identity. 'Well, yeah, you're wearing a mask but I can tell you're a caucasian male, roughly 6 feet. You're accent sounds like New Jersey. And under that mask, you've got a big nose.'
Other Hijack-Iron Man has also dealt with this. When James Rhodes briefly replaced Iron Man, he didn’t reveal his identity to the other Avengers. Due to the armor concealing even his eyes and distorting his voice, the other heroes assume that Tony’s still in the armor. Rhodes reveals the truth by taking off one glove and showing them brown skin.
‘I don’t know yet if I can tell you who I really am. But, as you can see, I’m not Tony Stark.’