Star-Lord

They tell it different in every port past Knowhere, but it always starts with a boy from Missouri, taken off Terra the night his mother died. Raised aboard a Ravager clipper by a blue-skinned pirate with a whistling arrow, Peter Quill learned to pick pockets, fly M-ships, and talk his way out of anything. He gave himself a name nobody else would use: Star-Lord, legendary outlaw. It took one stolen Orb to make the galaxy stop laughing. The Orb was meant to be a simple job. The Infinity Stone inside should have burned him to ash; the light of a Celestial father in his blood said otherwise. The thief gathered an assassin, a destroyer, a raccoon with anger issues, and a tree, called them Guardians, and bought the universe time with a dance-off in a warlord's face. He has saved everything twice and kept almost nothing: not the mother, not the mixtape, not the hand he finally got to hold. He is not the strongest man in any room. He is the one who refuses to leave it.