By all accounts, Adipose was a rather unconventional superhero. He lived in the dumpster of a back alley somewhere in New York City, and it suited him fine. Besides, he didn't need that banana-scented shampoo anymore; his home had him covered.
It was a good thing he lived in that back alley, sequestered in the darkness, for a multitude of reasons. Sunlight was a major concern, as was the issue of physically getting out of said dumpster (an unfortunate side effect of his supernatural enhancements). Luring in prey was surprisingly easy, though, considering he had made his home in a rather shady, foreboding place. Eh, food was food, be it cheap trash or flashy politicians.
Like any good defender of justice, Adipose was in fact harboring a deep, dark secret, the likes of which could not be revealed to anyone. Due to the fact that he sparkled when exposed to ultraviolet radiation (i.e. sunlight), he was a vampire.
A Twilight vampire.
Being as such, he had received a superpower, some enhancement of his most prominent trait back when he was human. Unlike some of his weaker blood-sucking brethren, he was not able to "read faces really well" (which became mind reading) or "is batshit crazy" (translating into being psychic). No. Adipose's power was of far greater proportions.
He had to sacrifice his super speed, but that was neither here nor there. It was necessary to accommodate his true, undeniable ability.
Such an ability had a bit of a drawback on his vampiric beauty, of course, although he could be considered an "Adonis" in his own right (by his own definition). In a zaftig sense, he was the epitome of perfection. And he did have a fair amount of the ladies swooning over him, but that was only to be expected after they saw just how formidable he was. The men joined in too, but that's for another story.
Adipose was fat. It was his power, his greatest trait as a human—he had weighed about 800 pounds back then, but nearly doubled in size during his transformation. He had considerable strength as a result, but it was difficult to use, being that his arms were limited in their mobility (fairly small compared to his enormous waist). Still, the unsuspecting masses did not know of his true nature, and so either pitied the poor morbidly obese man stuck in the dumpster, or did their best to prevent milk from exiting their nostrils (or whatever beverage they had last consumed). Even so, he got far more attention than a run-of-the-mill hero.
Despite the fact that he preyed on innocent humans, he also purged the earth of the worst criminals, those who never got what they should have in terms of a sentence, and people who didn't shower often enough. He did the world some good.
And today, watching from his perch atop his humongous globs of fat, he figured that he might as well do some more.