@Evolución: Let's try breaking the language double-barrier
El problema que veo es que el evento que le dio sus poderes debería ser un pasado más distante todavía, Heron ya debe haber tenido oportunidad para reconstruir sus lazos con la sociedad. Cuando digo "dead to the world" me refiero a que todos sus lazos con la sociedad se perdieron en el accidente, el efecto es el mismo ya sea que este vivo y declarado como desaparecido o muerto. El tener un origen tan reciente significa que está descubriendo sus poderes, y la historia de este juego no es así; es más como la película de Los Vengadores que las películas individuales de cada héroe: todos los personajes ya están establecidos en sus personalidades heróicas.
Toma también como ejemplo la historia de la Sociedad de Caballeros Extraordinarios: todos ya tienen sus historias contadas y algunos hasta terminadas, ya tienen vidas independientes de su pertenencia al grupo, y sin embargo encuentran en el grupo algo que les faltaba. La historia de Heron funciona bien como héroe individual o como una historia de superhéroes en la era moderna, pero en este escenario la integración con la sociedad es muy importante, y Heron no tiene una.
Entonces, mi recomendación es que el accidente ya haya sucedido hace tiempo, que Heron ya haya tenido tiempo de rehacer su vida y dentro de ese período pertenecer al Gremio o estar asociado con Lord Wayne. Elimina que hay Cosas que se filtraron, sobre todo porque como lo cuentas, los poderes de Heron tienen poco o nada que ver con asuntos Lovecraftianos. O dale poderes más sobrenaturales y establece que Heron corre el riesgo de ser el portal para las Cosas como una Complicación.
...and finally, don't forget to write it in English
I may be a native Spanish-speaker, but I think I've already confused everybody else enough
That's crystal clear now; hadn't looked at your location, so I was not expecting that! Sorry for all the problems. This is my bio, hope its not too long and boring.
Corinth, 15 years ago.
The Meeting of the European Society of Physics was held that year in Greece. Heron Peripolitas was sharing his research findings on a transdimensional vortex, a portal to another dimension, among other researchers from all around Europe and Middle East mainly. His novel research combined science with some elements of alchemy, hence his view was criticized, but his results, undeniable.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm Dr Perilopitas." the tanned man with a well trimmed dense beard offered a hand in salutation.
"Please to meet you too Dr." the other man gave him a handshake. "I'm Lucius Fox."
Perhaps a causal meeting between two unrelated scientists, but one that would ensure many letters and a work relationship.
Corinth, 10 years ago.
After working intensely for 5 years, Peripolitas had finally come to the stage of a pilot test. Little he knew he had was going to open portal to The Far Realm, a land of chaos and evil, of twistedness and abominations. He turned the machinery on, and after an electric crack like thunder, a portal opened! The Outsiders, powerful entities of the Far Realm cast their gaze through the vortex, and they liked what they saw: Another dimension to corrupt and twist. And how fitting to the door man to be the herald of The Far Realm. They reached out for Heron, as he frantically tried to close the portal. He felt their corruption, the energies of the Other Side taking hold on his flesh. He desperately ripped off his machine, his life work, with new found strength. The portal collapsed, and the door to the Other side was closed, before a huge explosion shattered the place. As Heron looked around at the after-match, he found his laboratory and house trembling, about to collapse. He had no time to look at himself, at how changed he was, before the roof collapsed on him.
The police surveyed the scene, finding the unconscious scientist trapped among the rubble. His dark sking and black hair had turned withe and hard. They had to employ six people to move him to a hospital, where he recovered. Several physicians ran state of the art analysis on him, finding his cellular structure had been dramatically altered. They had replaced several membrane proteins for dentine, i.e. ivory.
During that time in the hospital, Heron wrote profusely to several of his scientist colleagues, specially Lucius. Eventually, they released Heron, finding his condition would pose no threat to his life. He was a normal healthy Ivory
But society is not so giving to a freak of science, and above all, its not so giving to failure. His failed experiment had not only costed Heron personally, he had destroyed many costly laboratory equipment.
He found himself running out of money... Somewhere along the way, between the hunger, the lack of a place to live, the misery, Heron found determination. Hope in the form of a letter. A letter from a friend.
With a little help from said friend, Heron got to work eventually, trying to revert his condition. All his attempts and experiments gave no results. His new physiology was quite unalterable. He made several tests of his new physical capabilities, and was surprised at what he found.
He got a chance to experience his new found powers, as he was taking a night walk, through the narrow streets of Corinth. Unaware of his presence, a duo of thugs tried to rob an elderly couple. Heron held back, as one of the thugs punched the old gentleman in the face, knocking hims out cold. It was impossible not to relate that punch to how his own life had changed abruptly. "Stop!" he said, his voice not the most intimidating ad unsettling. He didn't know what he was doing. The thugs turned to look at him. "Hey Marcus, chalky here got so scared he turned white." on of the thugs told to the other, as he drew a knife. "Let's dance chalky!" and he sprinted forward, driving the knife into Heron's belly. He was frozen in terror for a moment, as he felt the knife in his stomach. The confused expression on the thug's face draw his attention to said knife, which had bent against his hardened flesh. He knew he had to do something, and simply punched the man in the face. He could feel how his nose bone cracked under the weigh of his fist, before the thug went limp and fell to the ground unconscious. Criminals are a supersticious and coward lot. The other thug screamed something and ran off in fear. After that first encounter, Heron took his night walks each time with more enthusiasm.
Gotham, 5 years ago.
Lucius had always been a great support for Heron. His letters kept his spirit up during those hard years after his accident. His latest letter told Heron to travel to Gotham, to meet with his benefactor, Lord Wayne, for a work proposal. Of course he didn't met him directly, but was interviewed by Alfred and Lucius himself. Thomas Wayne was peeking at the interview from the other side of a painting. He knew what he wanted from Heron, and wanted to see it himself. One thing led to another, as Alfred and Lucius asked their questions, and finally, after a side glance at the painting at his right, Alfred said "Welcome to the Guild Dr."
The years that followed under the service of Lord Wayne where for Heron a heaven on earth. He got assigned to many new projects, development of new devices, and he also received training and learnt quite much from other guild members.
On a train to Vlatava, the present.
Heron recieved word that he was needed to track a device called the philosopher engine. Being a bridge between science and alchemy, he had the perfect profile to assign to this case. He wondered the nature of this device, he was told very little before departing. As he was thinking on that, he felt something, a pull, a desire, something unravelling inside of him. A sensation he had never felt before, as if his own soul was resonating with something. He tried to focus on the sensation, trying to identify what was originating it... But a german voice announcing the arrival of the train to Vlatava took him out of his trance. He hastily prepared his documents.