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[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Code Name:[/b] Freyja

[b]Real Name:[/b] Isabelle "Izzy" Winters

[b]Age:[/b] 20

[b]Gender:[/b] Female 

[b]Nationality:[/b] British-Canadian

[b]Powers:[/b] 
Some sort of entity inhabits Izzy's body alongside her. This spirit hasn't displayed the ability to take control of her body, and can do no more than occasionally whisper into her mind.

It does, however, make Izzy immortal. Any injury that the girl sustains, no matter how severe, [i]will[/i] heal itself nearly instantly after a long delay. The delay depends on the severity of the wound, and will generally be several hours long.

This regeneration will activate even if Izzy is dead, and will bring her back to life, only slightly worse for wear. 

What Izzy's power does [i]not[/i] do is nullify pain in any way. Getting shot will still hurt her. A lot.

[b]Power Origin:[/b] 

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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 [i]it[/i]. 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.

[i]Hel... lo.[/i]

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.
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[b]History:[/b]

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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.
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[b]Personality:[/b]

Izzy is sociable, if a little quiet. She enjoys spending time with people, but does act a little shy often. She tends to be very polite with people, and always has a smile on her face in an attempt to brighten other's days. Understandably, she doesn't put much value on her life, which is a good thing since that's basically in her job description. 

Despite having been hot stuff in her teen days, her confidence has been greatly dampened by the fact that she's extremely inexperienced compared to everyone around her. Not only that, but she seems to take longer than everyone else to pick things up. When she lets her mind wander, she tends to think that she's only kept around as cannon-fodder to keep other, better soldiers alive. She's mostly gotten over her habit of ignoring work, and tries her best to improve herself so that she can keep others safe. Or at least not bring them down.