Code Name:
Lotus

Real Name:
Jessica Valentines

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Nationality:
British American

Powers:
Blades of Judgement - Jessica has the ability to creature blades with the use of her willpower, becoming a weapon of judgement used to condemn against her opponents. Being able to create several blades at once and control them efficiently and skillfully under the amount of time she has to practice with them. These blades are the focused on the offensive casting judgement upon their enemies while lacking in the area of defense for Jessica as they simply ineffective when tried to be used as a defense. The power of her blades can also be influenced by how stubborn and willful she is as, the harder she tries and the more she refuses to give up, the sharper and powerful the blades become. While, on the other hand if her will is broken, then her ability with weaken as well and if she entirely loses confidence in herself she may even lose her ability entirely until she regains confidence in herself. Her strategy with her powers in destroy them first before you can be destroyed yourself.

Origins/History:
First discovering her powers when she was seventeen, it was during a emergency when she was a target of a rapist, this was the first appearance her powers that were manifested against the scum who violated her. However, it was too late to safe herself, but judgement was served as vibrant blades of blue flew into the man, ravaging him with wounds and in blind rage inflicted many more to the man before running away. In shock of what just had happened, and what she just discovered about herself that she had never knew about herself before. Reports of the rapist were found later that morning when, the man was treated for his wounds before arrested with reporters still saying that police was on the search for who had inflicted such wounds on a man. As those wounds were caused by swords, distinct slash marks and impalement of a sword-like weapon were also found which were caused by her powers.

However, despite her fear she felt like people like that rapist deserved to be punished by the highest degree, with the exception of death. Painful and gruesome wounds that would leave scars along with the memories of terrible agony as her victims would lay on the ground squirming for help. They deserved it for all their victims that they had harmed and would soon, be arrested after she was done with them. If they died then it wouldn't matter to her as long as they felt, the pain of all their victims and more for stealing what they had stolen from them. She was a hero of the night who defended those who she could from the predators who lurked in the night. It was a time consuming job that required many nights of watching the streets and alleys while also juggling her real life at the same time. However, the pay off for capturing a culprit in the act was the best reward she could get and deliver what they had coming for them.

However upon her 18th birthday

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The eight-year-old Izzy had just woken up from a nightmare. The same one she had had every night, without fail, for the past two years. In it, she would wake up not in her own bed, but her mothers. With neither of her parents in sight, she would hop off the tall bed and exit into the hallway. Walking down it would take far longer than it did in real life. Eventually, she would make it to her dark kitchen and tiptoe around the table, every step taking her closer to the stairs that lead to the basement.

And she would stand there, staring in horror, as the door creaked open, revealing a rotting, human figure. Its face was a mess, with no distinguishable human features, its skin was loose and grey, and its limbs were too long and ended in clawed hands and feet.

It would climb up towards her, and she knew she should run, but she could never move. It would reach her, and grab hold of her. And then it would slash at her stomach.

Any normal nightmare of Izzy's would have ended right there, but this one continued. The creature would tear the helpless girl apart, and no matter how mutilated she became, she wouldn't die. She would lay there in terror, and in unimaginable pain, waiting for the creature to stop.

Which it would, eventually. After it had had its fill of fun, it would take one last, blank look at the girl's eyes, before slowly turning and crawling back down to the basement.

The young girl shivered under her covers, a cold sweat covering her. After spending an hour calming herself down, telling herself it was only a dream, she fell asleep again, knowing her ordeal for the night was over.

That morning, she decided she had had enough. Gathering her courage over a few hours, she made her way to the basement stairs while her parents were outside, enjoying the summer sun. Izzy had always made a point of avoiding the basement when not with her parents, but today, she desperately wanted to prove to herself that there was nothing to be scared of.

Clutching the fabric of her shirt at her chest, she took the first step down -- and tripped over a shoe. She tumbled down violently, landing at the base of the stairs, in too much shock to make any noise. Pain and nausea swept across her small body, and she fought to focus her eyes. Panic set in as she realized she couldn't move and that her body was twisted in ways that it shouldn't have been. As life left her, her eyes darted around, desperate for help.

And then she saw it. The creature from her nightmare. It stood in the short hallway, only a few feet from her, looking down at her small frame. It crouched down and touched her cheek, and she could feel its cold skin. She had seen it hundreds of times in her mind, but this was too much.

The wave of terror that hit her was what finally caused her to lose consciousness.

When she came to, she was in an Intensive Care Unit, surrounded by a doctor and a few nurses who stared down at her in disbelief. They all started up at the same time, running around the room chaotically. Through it all, only one thing was clear to Izzy. A raspy voice.

Hel... lo.

Her head groggy, the next hours were a blur. Tests were run on her, confirming that all her injuries were healed.

Realizing Izzy was a meta-human, the doctors let the government know. As she was so young, no action beyond covering up the event was done. Instead, her parents were told that when Izzy was of age, she would be brought into the military.

With her life set from the beginning, Izzy had no real cares or worries during her teen years. The hardest thing she endured in her life, other than that voice in her head, was moving from Edmonton to Montreal when she was 13, but she adjusted quickly to the new city, and even picked up a little french. She didn't have to overachieve in school, nor work part-time jobs to pay for tuitions. Instead, she made sure to enjoy herself. While not a natural thrill-seeker, she did plenty of stupid stuff, knowing she didn't have to fear death. It's enough to say that she woke up in a puddle of her own dried blood more than a few times. The pain was always the worst part. Most of the time, she would either pass out quickly from it or just die, which was always ideal, but a couple times she had to lay in agony for hours until her ability kicked in. Having that happen was always her biggest fear, and the only reason why she wasn't always out enjoying herself.

When not out and about, Izzy ate up any sort of media that involved an immortal character. For obvious reasons, she couldn't get enough. Between those two and socializing, she saw no point in making much of an effort in her school work. She got by without too much trouble though never reached her potential.

The day came where Izzy turned 18. She wasn't sure whether she was happy about that or not. On one hand, being a superhero and fighting to save people seemed awesome, thought she worried that she had romanticized that idea over the years. On the other, her easy, fun life was over. Knowing that worrying about it would change nothing, she had a tearful goodbye with her parents before being driven off and told she would be part of MetaOps.

Not being very good at the whole military-killing thing, it took a good year-and-a-half of training to get Izzy ready for her first mission. She died on that one. And the one after that.