Somehow this makes me wonder if Klingons have superhero comics and movies, and if they have an equivalent to Superman who just puts on a pair of glasses as his disguise.
Let's see, you'd need a Klingon who escaped the destruction of his homeworld and the death of his highborn biological parents, traveled across hundreds of light years in a spaceship, and comes to be raised by a pair of elderly humans on a farm in relative anonymity, only to be thrust back into his people's politics as ruthless renegades from out of the Zone try to force him to kneel before them.
The Klingons would also have a primitive, bestial form they could revert to under genetic modification with bone spurs popping out of their faces and wicked teeth:
When he's feeling contemplative, he flies off to his Fortress of Solitude in the ice:
Later, our hero dons the commanding red colors he was always meant to wear, along with the crest of his house. He runs in the same circles as a junior reporter whose first name starts with a "J," and has a personal acquaintance named Alexander (Lex for short) who may grow up to resent him. Time travel hijinks occasionally ensue, and he has miniature friends in a airtight container.
With all those clues, I'm willing to lay my cards on the table and say that Worf, Son of Mogh of the House of Mogh, is the Klingon Superma...
Oh, crap, where'd he go? He was right here a minute ago. Quick, let's ask that bespectacled man in the beauty contestant sash with the strange bald spot and the Rachel from
Friends hairdo if he saw Worf.
Or the designers Neville Page & Glenn Hetrick - I think they will enjoy these (and have shared images of hairy klingons in the past).
