_{"I know you were just joking, but I'll will wring your fuckin' neck if you call me a spider again. "}

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Carrie was born in South Dakota to John and Sidney Mullen. They owned a ranch on the western side of the Missouri River, where Carrie helped as much as she could between school days. At first, they thought Carrie had some kind of birth defect, because she had a pair of oddly stiff protrusions on the back ends of her shoulders. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with the newborn, so they chalked it up to a deformity and told her parents to simply watch her health closely. Her father wished that they would have a son who could work on the ranch, since they weren’t successful enough that they could pay for workers, and the only other person living with them was Sidney’s brother, but it didn’t matter when they had to raise their daughter. The oddities surrounding her birth didn’t prove to affect her health, but within the first few weeks that Carrie was at home, those fleshy nubs near her shoulder blades began to grow at an alarming rate, and within a week, their baby had an extra pair of arms. It was at that point that they realized their daughter was a mutant. Naturally, their first thought was to call the doctors, because they knew very little about mutants other than the fact that they existed.

The doctors were more knowledgeable on the subject, and told John and Sidney that children typically developed mutant abilities around adolescence, but there were times when physical changes occurred instead of supernatural one, such was the case with their infant Carrie. She was unique in her own way, and all they could do was support her. The doctors did a check up on her skin, and assumed it would simply grow and develop differently like the extra arms. As the years went by, her mother researched as much about mutants as she could with her brother Rick. It was hard to believe that something some far off and baffling as superpowers could be present in their daughter, but no one said being a parent would be easy. Rick and Sidney did the best they could with Carrie, but John Mullen was a hard man. The only reason he tried to have a child in the first place was to have a son that could help on the ranch. He took care of her like a father should have, but he was just that; A father, not a dad. John Mullen put the ranch before anything else, and so he didn't expect a deformed little girl to do any of the hard work outside the house. From the moment she could tie her shoes however, Carrie proved she could pull her own weight. By the time she was ten years old, Carrie was able to pull a defiant horse into a stable by the reigns with the strength in her arms, and slowly drag a steel plow across the ground if she needed. While these things dissuaded her father's assumptions that a little girl couldn't handle heavy lifting, it didn't put a smile on his face, he simply told Carrie, "Fine. You can work, just don't get yourself hurt."

Carrie grew up dedicating as much time as she could get away with to the ranch despite her father's cold idea of affection. John handled the horses and the cows, while Rick and Sidney mostly handled the crops. Carrie simply helped everyone with everyone, being an energetic child who wanted to just be active. It was hard to connect with her father, since he was the type of man who refused to accept help from people that he didn't need it from. From an early edge, John Mullen put too much time into the "tough" part of tough love.


As Carrie progressed through school, she was the perpetual odd one out. People didn't like mutants as much her parents when they didn't have to raise one, so she was bullied for having four arms by everyone. She struggled to make friends because people were creeped out by her. In her classes, she did the best she could to learn, but when Carrie tried to ask a teacher for help, she was ignored. No one stepped in to stop the bullying that sometimes got physical unless she punched someone in the face for it, earning her a stay in detention. By the time she reached high school, Carrie wasn't around the usual faces as much, but all the strangers in her class couldn't help but stare at her. She had to wear tank tops because nothing else fit her unusually broad shoulders, and dress codes meant she wore jackets every day. It was a weird sight to many people when an extra pair of hands poked out under her sleeves. When she tried to make friends, the first questions she got asked were usually, "Are you one of those mutants?" or "Are you some kind of monster?"

Carrie didn't stop trying, and every now and then someone was nice enough that she could call them a friend, but they didn't stay long when they were able to replace the "freaky farm girl" with a two-armed person that did more than talk to cows and drive a tractor. Carrie was effectively a social outcast, and her usual outbursts against bullies only made her less likeable. Her grades were fine on days when she understood subjects taught, and they tanked when teachers tried to avoid talking to her. Carrie started spiraling downwards halfway through high school, when her grades rarely went above a C average despite her constant attempts to get help. Eventually she was told she had to attend afterschool programs to bring her grade up, but when she said she had to help her parents at home, the principal had a meeting with her father. Her father was disappointed that a girl who was anything but lazy was doing so bad in school. During the meeting they had, the principal said that Carrie never tried to do better, and that she was smart enough to do good in school if she simply tried. Carrie instantly exploded on the man, releasing roughly two to three years of frustration in front of them both. Carrie's father had to drag her out of the office to make sure she didn't swing on him.

The drive home after that incident was silent. Rick offered to help her with schoolwork when she was home, but Carrie's mother decided she needed to change schools after the summer. That was exactly what they did. Over the summer, Carrie went all in when it came to working at home. Eventually she completely forgot about all the negativity of life outside the ranch, but Carrie never got closer to her father. Overtime, it got more and more frustrating trying to be close to the man who never so much as smiled in her general direction, so she stopped trying. She loved Rick and Sidney, but her father was just someone she did work alongside and got pissed off by over things. Unfortunately, things only got worse from there. Between bad weather and a farm that got up and running not far from theirs, things got stressful for her parents. To make matters worse, Carrie transferred to another high school at 16, which was an hour away. Things were easier on her mentally and socially, but only because she resorted to covering up to hide her mutation. She did this for the rest of high school, and still had challenges with classwork that were fixed by her uncle Rick back home. The added time spent with his help at home and her being away longer put a strain on things that her parents had to bend or break for.

The worst would come when John died in a car accident during the winter after Carrie changed schools. The roads were frozen over, and he drove off into a ditch, he was crushed, and didn't make it to the hospital.


The next three years were nothing but sad for Carrie. Months after John's funeral, her uncle was planning to leave for greener pastures, and Sidney turned more inward with each passing day. There was still some love in the woman's heart, but between the heartache everyone felt and the work to keep their ranch running, being emotionally available wasn't very high on anyone's list. Most of the work fell onto Carrie's shoulders. Carrie always thought that she could've handled everything with two hands tied behind her back, but this wasn't how she imagined that would be the case. It was stressful for her, but having four arms and a lot of mutant muscle helped greatly when two or three people were needed for something. Her time was now split between finishing the last year of high school, looking after her still-grieving mother, and the business side of things that Sidney typically managed. Carrie finished the school year, but she didn't attend graduation.

After her mother turned out like John emotionally, there wasn't much left in Carrie's life that she could look forward to. She kept to her routine over the summer after high school because it was normalcy. It was all she had left. Carrie didn't have school anymore, so she could at least take solace in knowing she didn't have any outside distractions. At least, she could have if the ranch was still standing. One day, Carrie was walking back to the house late after tending to the crops and saw smoke in the air. She ran as fast as she could and saw that the house was on fire. Carrie called out for Sidney, but couldn't find her. It took another five minutes before she found Sidney unconscious and non-responsive. Carrie picked her up with all four arms and tried to haul her out of the burning house, but a piece of the roof caved in on top of them both, and everything went black.

Carrie woke up in a hospital far from home, in a room with people like her. She was informed of what happened. The kitchen caught on fire when Sidney forgot to turn the stove off, and she didn't make it. Rick was informed as well, but she hadn't heard from him since John died. At this point, Carrie had nothing left, so after two days of recovery in the hospital from a concussion, she took up the offer to leave the ashes of her home and move across the world to Insituto Nova. She saw the video confirming her agreement just for peace of mind, but Carrie needed the change. Her life up until that point had gone to a sad place, without closeness and full of defense mechanisms she used to hide herself from people she didn't trust with her secret as a mutant. There was just one problem, though.

She doesn't speak Italian.

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■ Power 1: Polymelia

When Carrie was born, she grew an extra set of arms. These arms protrude from a split in her skeletal system at the shoulders, and she has enough articulation to use each one independently. She can use these extra arms to navigate awkward environments better than most people and carry extra things. Each hand has enough grip strength that Carrie can support her entire body with just four fingers. Carrie can use both sets of arms like extra legs to "run" faster than most people in the way a horse or a dog runs on all fours.

Having four arms means that Carrie is very top-heavy. She often bends her knees slightly and keeps her arms away from her body to keep her balance. It also makes wearing certain types of clothing considerably awkward because of how wide her shoulders are.

■ Power 2: Enhanced Strength

While not quite comparable to super strength, Carrie's body has a lot more muscle than most people can maintain. With all four arms, Carrie could slowly push a tractor across a road or carry a fully-grown adult person with minimal effort. The most weight she's ever lifted was around 230lb.

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■ Driving in Bad Weather
■ Animals
■ Cooking
■ Math
■ Hiding Mutations

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_{"A good friend once told me that you need to meet each day like you're immortal. That nothing can kill you or keep you down. Sound familiar? Yeah, didn't think so."}

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Nathan was born in the Canadian province of New Brunswick to a single mother that worked at a bank. It wasn't until he was a few years old that his mother realized he was different from other children. At the age of 3, he lacked the ability to see things very well. A doctor diagnosed him as being born blind. It was hard to deal with for his mother, but Nathan's life went on all the same as she did her best to support him. As Nathan grew older, it was determined he wasn't entirely blind, but was still close enough that he was heavily impaired. By the age of eight, he began to display signs of mutation as objects around him started floating. His mother told him he was a mutant, but never explained why she knew this so easily. From then on, Nathan's life was spent learning about his powers and discovering that his mutant genes were the source of his perception issues. It made things easier knowing he could use his powers to see better, but mutants were frowned upon, so once his eyes began to emit a white fog, things got harder on the already disadvantaged boy. Roughly a year after his powers were in full development, Nathan's mother put him in contact with some other people that she knew that were also mutants.

One day, he met three people who all had powers. Before then, he never met another mutant, but he learned a lot from them. To Nathan's eyesight, they looked nearly identical to his mother, as all four of them glowed a strange white color, where most people didn't. All of them talked for hours, and the three of them eventually mentioned that they were a "superhero team." Nathan had heard about them before, like the Avengers in the states, but he never thought he'd run into someone like that. They were called Blackhawk. The three were known to the outside world as Marble, Behelit, and Adamant. They used codenames to keep their identities secret, but Nathan had never heard of such a group. Meeting Blackhawk changed the trajectory of Nathan's life for better or worse, but to the discomfort of his mother.

Marble had the power to produce a handful of small spheres that he could use to teleport from one to another by setting them up. Each sphere was another point to shuffle people across an area with. Behelit had superhuman agility that let her scale buildings in seconds, and could retreat into a pocket dimension. Adamant had indestructible arms that could punch through solid steel without so much as a scratch. Compared to the near-blind telekinetic boy, his mother's friends looked like the stuff of legends. Their conversation spanned most of the day, but Nathan could remember Behelit pacing around rather anxiously for most of it, saying they needed to remember how long they were here. His mother seemed to share her concerns, and they had to go soon after. Marble gave Nathan a way to contact him, but specifically said not to tell his mother about it. He handed Nathan a folded up note with a phone number and a tiny green ball that glowed the same as him.

Shortly after Blackhawk left Nathan's home, the police showed up at his door asking rather intensely if he had seen a group of people that looked like his mother's friends. The police gave him a verbal description of four people rather than three, but before he could say anything, his mother told the cops that she saw them drive towards a nearby city, except they didn't drive anywhere. They vanished into thin air in front of Nathan half an hour before then. Nathan didn't fully understand what was happening at the time, but he had a suspicion that something was up, so he consulted the internet. Very slow and extensive google searches, read through an electronic braille pad, turned up very little about a group called Blackhawk, except for news reports saying they were in rather distant parts of the country at random times. One article said they were in San Fransisco when another said they were in Vancouver the next day. All that Nathan could gather was that something was odd about them. He tried to text Marble afterwards, but it took him days to read the phone number well enough that he could understand it.



Two days after Nathan met Blackhawk, he woke up to the sound of yelling at roughly 3am. He flew down the stairs to see his mother in front of multiple dimly-glowing police officers pointing guns at her. One of them took a very callous shot at the young mutant who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and missed slightly. That, however, was the point at which the floor seemed to erupt into the same pattern of light that Nathan's mother glowed with, and the floor became a wall. Nathan realized what knew deep down: His mother was also a mutant. She screamed for him to run, and the first thing he did was fly back up the stairs, scramble for his phone and desperately punch a message into his phone. Even after he managed to work out Marble's contact information, he only responded to Nathan every now and then, saying he rarely got service where he went. The message, a simple "We need help," went through, and less than five seconds passed before the Blackhawk trio was suddenly standing in his room. They all went downstairs to help his mother, and Adamant immediately started swinging at the police officers, completely unphased by their bullets. In the chaos, he heard Marble yell the word "Jotun," which his mother responded to. She told them to take him away from here, that Nathan "couldn't stay with her anymore."

Nathan was only 13 when this happened, but before he could even get a word in about what she meant or who Jotun was, his abstract vision was washed over with Marble's strange pattern, and he along with Marble, Behelit and Adamant were gone. In the blink of an eye, they were transported a hundred miles south towards the border of Canada leading into the state of Maine. The trio told Nathan everything. His mother used to be a part of Blackhawk under the name Jotun. She was a terrakinetic, and left them years ago on bittersweet terms when he was born. Blackhawk was wanted by the Canadian government, accusing them of treason and authorizing kill-on-sight orders on each of them. Blackhawk told Nathan that Jotun was more than capable of defending herself from those cops, but he couldn't stay with her anymore. Adamant told the kid that they all owed his mother a life-long favor for something she did for them in the past, and so he became one of them. Everything felt like a massive blur for the boy, effectively losing his only family member and being taken in by fugitive being the least of the things on his mind.

Nathan didn't have anywhere else to go, so he officially joined Blackhawk. From then on, he was known to the world as Cloudchaser.



Blackhawk was a group hated by two separate governments, but loved by the people they helped. The group used teleportation to bounce from Canadian province to province, and American state to state in a matter of minutes. Some mutants in the world took to using their powers for evil, and Blackhawk made it their job to help people against such mutants as well as anyone who would do harm to the superpowered population. In the early days of mutants, hatred fueled the masses, and attacks on the small population were to be expected. Whenever Blackhawk heard of these assaults happening, they'd show up to stop it and protect the endangered. "Evil" mutants that posed a threat to everyone around them were met with four-to-one fights which Cloudchaser took part of. Adamant always hit the hardest, but Cloudchaser couldn't be touched. These fights typically resulted in people being saved and a certain "villain," as they called them, being beaten into the dirt for someone to contain. Propaganda spread about the infamous group, calling them terrorists who brutalized their own people, despite the government of both countries having little sympathy for mutants in the first place.

The next five years of Nathan's life were spent running alongside Blackhawk, who became his closest friends. He never heard from his mother again, and he only assumed the worst. Being 13 when he effectively went rogue in the eyes of two countries meant that he never finished, or even got used to high school, and being the only kid on the team made the difference more noticeable. It was just something he had to live with, since his educational potential was already compromised from birth due to his vison. Over the years, he learned how to use his powers to fly, and he quickly fell in love with soaring through the open sky, thousands of feet above the ground, faster than a train. Despite the chaotic circumstances of his childhood, and the fact that Blackhawk never stayed in one place for very long, Cloudchaser felt alive in every sense of the word. His trips into the states let him see a lot of the world that he wouldn't have any other way, and he had control of his life despite being visually impaired. Best of all, the boy was nothing short of a hero. The public opinion of Blackhawk was always in flux, but everywhere they went, Cloudchaser was met with respect by people who heard the stories. In a world that scarcely knew mutants truly existed as an entire population, Blackhawk was talked about with the same level of sincerity as the Avengers in America or Alpha Flight in Canada. They went out of their way to avoid the attention of either team, as that level of publicity could have been detrimental to them and their ability to lose attention quick with Marble's power.



Cloudchaser received a text message saying, "It's me, Jotun. I know it's been a while, but I'm okay. I miss you." What followed was a conversation between the two, and eventually she said she wanted to see him again after all the years. The rest of Blackhawk felt suspicious of it, so they used a password to confirm it was really her. Behelit took the phone and asked, "Where did we all meet?" The response was, "The west coast, in Behelit's slipspace." The response was legit, so they planned to meet at a specified location. Two days of blinking across the country with Marble's power, across the northern border and into British Columbia later, and Blackhawk was coming home to somewhat familiar territory. They found the address and waited for Jotun to show up. To Cloudchaser's eyesight, the area they were in, a park in the early morning, was glowing with the use of a mutant power, but it didn't look like the pattern of his mother. The ground glowed with a pattern resembling thorns bristling outwards, like blades of grass that shivered in the wind. The park was completely empty, and it was noon. Things didn't add up, and Behelit was planning to drag everyone into her pocket dimension if things went wrong.

That was when they heard the guns.

A flash of red against the white of Cloudchaser's vision was the first sign that something was very, very wrong. He saw what looked like his mother's glow, but it was red. He never saw a mutant in anything other than bright white, a set of other shapes, other people emerged from behind trees and out of the ground. The sea of white needles changed to the tone of red, and before they knew it, Blackhawk was held at gunpoint by an armed squad of 20 soldiers. Someone spoke up and addressed the group, ordering their immediate surrender pending the threat of death. Adamant tried to get an explanation out of Jotun, asking her what was happening, but something wasn't right with her. She didn't respond. Her silhouette against Cloudchaser's eyes looked... limp. Every time he looked at a mutant, they were outlined in a unique geometric pattern that represented their powers. It highlighted their movements, and to Cloudchaser, that was just how he saw the world. His mother stood hunched over, with her head slouched down like she wasn't even aware of her surroundings. Her shape normally looked like white triangles swirling outwards into infinity, but now? She was a collective of still, crimson triangles that shook in jarring ways. Finally, the boy tried to talk to her, but upon hearing his voice, the red flickered white, and she screamed louder than anything he had heard.

The ground erupted into an earthquake, and shots were fired. Blackhawk instinctually engaged the soldiers in an all out fight. Their powers and lifelong teamwork against 20 guns. At virtually random intervals only signaled by movements of Adamant's arms or Behelit's facial expression, Marble teleported them across the chaotic battlefield into just the right positions to take soldiers out. The red glow that marked Jotun's presence was lost in the chaos, but by the end of the fighting, only one person was left standing out of everyone involved in the incident. Cloudchaser himself.

Adamant, Marble, Behelit, and Jotun were shot and killed along with the soldiers, leaving Cloudchaser alone. A year has passed, and he is still haunted by the bloodshed. He was left alone with no one to help him along in the world. So, being wracked with grief after two weeks of hiding in the area, Cloudchaser flew up into the clouds, picked a direction, and simply drifted off to whatever was ahead of him. He found a place they stayed at regularly, and cleaned out every bit of money and food he could find, and then got back on the move. A year later, and the legend of Blackhawk faded into obscurity following the death of what they considered "every member." Nathan flew past public vigils mourning the loss of the heroes, but kept himself secret among the crowds with sunglasses and a beat-up hat. Along the way, he ran into two people calling themselves Cassandra and Karine. Against all odds, they knew exactly who he was and offered him a place at Instituto Nova. Nathan took it, but asked them not to tell others who he was. He would tackle that on his own time.

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■ Power 1: Power Vision

Cloudchaser sees the world in an abstract way. To his eyes, the world is made of color and power. Mutants and the traces of their powers stand out to his eyes, which means he only has to look at a person to tell if they’re a mutant. He can follow “trails” that are left behind when powers are used, but the ability to see most of anything else is all but lost on him. Nathan can see shapes but finer details are fuzzy to the point that, for all intents and purposes, Nathan is considered blind. Nathan perceives the world in hazy outlines, and is unable to reliably distinguish colors from one another without focusing intensely.

His eyes glow white, and emit fog when they're open. There is no way for him to turn this off, so he tends to stand out.

■ Power 2: Telekinesis

Nathan can exert an invisible force on the environment to envelop things to push or pull them. When he uses this power, it's possible to feel a push from a certain direction. Nathan's telekinesis can be physically observed in the form of feeling something pushing against your skin, and to anyone else, this is an invisible presence, but to him it's like solid light is being twisted in the air. Nathan can see the presence of his telekinesis in the form of white energy, which allows him to accurately see how it is being used. This power allows him to fly and set of a sort of forcefield to block something. Nathan can use the visibility of this power as a "flashlight" to help highlight his surroundings in case his eyesight is particularly bad in a given situation.

The problem with Nathan's telekinesis is that he doesn't use it in very fine ways, he'll often find himself using it to shove a door open forcefully rather than simply nudge it open, or rattle his environment a bit too harshly to see where something is. It can also be somewhat disruptive to others if he isn't careful.

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■ Reading Braille
■ Mutant-to-Mutant Combat
■ Flying Like Superman
■ Speaks French
■ Cooking
■ Guitar Skills

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_{"Talk about a shocking development, huh?....Too soon?"}

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The early life of Jenna Beltran was nothing remarkable, though she wouldn't have changed it for the world. Her parents, Jemina and River Beltran, worked as members of the Research and Development Wing of the famous (or infamous, depending on who you ask) STARK Industries in none other than the Big Apple; New York City. While they weren't exactly high-stationed, they did good work, and even more importantly, enjoyed what they did. Even if they were mostly a middle-class family, they were happy with that.

Even in her youth, it was clear little Jenna inherited a lot of the traits of her parents; she was quick-witted, inquisitive, and never settled for less than her best. Not exactly a super-genius per se, but she knew how to apply herself well, and pushed hard to become someone her parents could be proud of. She was always inspired by their work, and how they could put their hearts and souls into what they believed in, honestly wanting to help better the world for others. She wanted to be just like them!

So, in that vein, excelling in academics was a natural course for her; it got rocky sometimes, but she always managed to pull through, and graduated from Brooklyn Technical High School as Valedictorian of her class. Not long after, the innovate young woman moved on to even bigger and brighter things, seeking to see her dreams realized as she got accepted into the prestigious Empire State University, and what's more? She even began an internship at STARK Industries, following in her parents' footsteps! Talk about moving up in the world, huh?



For a time, things were...Well, to call them great would be an overstatement (though Jenna would try to convince you otherwise); though she thoroughly enjoyed her studies at the University and getting to do more practical work at STARK, it was slowly wearing her down. She rarely left any spare time to herself between prepping for school work, interning at STARK, and working on her own pet projects. Beyond her mom sending some care packages her way, she pretty much ate out of a microwave. No time to cook...Or learn to cook, even. Not to mention how brutally she was pushing herself; without others to really keep an eye on her, beyond a slightly concerned roommate, she was left to her own devices, steadily destroying herself without even realizing it.

Day-in and day-out, she kept this routine going, rarely sneaking in more than a few winks before the new day dawned on the sleep-deprived Jenna. Her social life was effectively nonexistent (not that she seemed to mind), and she was growingly steadily unhealthy with each passing night. It doesn't make it surprising that an incident would occur eventually...

For once, Jenna found herself with some spare time, so of course she chose to....Work on a project of hers! What, were you expecting anything less? She was working on a new invention of hers, uncreatively dubbed the Smarthelm (hey, she was never a namer, alright?). It was designed for those who work in unsafe environments, like electricians or fire fighters, possessing a heads-up display that can highlight and point out environmental dangers to either avoid or control. It was also built sturdy, and could take a serious beating if it came to it. At the same time, she was also doing some last-minute bug-fixing on another of her designs, the Chargeband (...Again, she ain't a namer); a portable device designed to safely fit around ones wrist, it's able to store impressive amounts of energy, and could be used to either charge devices or safely deprive something of energy. It even has a taser function for practical defense! Jenna's a big fan of multi-use items.

Her mistake was one that should have been laughably easy to avoid, but the sleep-deprived college student had her mind wandering as she idly tinkered. Of course, she used her very own Chargeband to power up the current prototype of the Smarthelm, but as she began to don the helmet, she made a fatal error, as did one of her own machines. The failure on her part was the fact that she placed the Smarthelm on her while it was still connected to the band. The other? In a freak bug, the band had begun a strange cycle of simultaneously giving and taking electricity out from the helmet...With her head inside.

It was hours before her roommate found the unconscious and seemingly dying Jenna on the floor, stuck in a perpetual loop of having her skull electrocuted. They called 911, and she was rushed to the hospital. Things were looking bleak...



Five months in a coma.

That's what they told her afterwards, at least. After the incident, she'd been stuck in the hospital for months on end, with seemingly no signs of improvement. In fact, apparently the doctors had told her parents that it was likely she'd never recover. Even then, they clung to hope that their daughter could persevere, against the odds. Then, something strange happened; a miracle to others...An awakening for Jenna. By accident on one of their visits, her dad had dropped his phone, briefly grazing Jenna for but a moment.

A moment was all she needed.

Like a jolt to the heart, Jenna awoke that day to the shock of her family and the medical community as a whole. By all rights, there should have been no chance she recovered...And yet, here she was. Of course, even with this miraculously recovery, they had her go through some rehab to ensure there were no lasting damages, but to the increasing confusion of the hospital staff, it seemed as if the young woman had made an absolutely full recovery. It wasn't long before they simply had to admit she was fit as a fiddle, and was released to put her nose back to the grindstone (though she was admonished by her parents the whole way back; even beyond this incident, the doctors caught on to her poor nutrition and general health, much to her embarrassment).

...Except things would never truly be the same. She was different now, after all. She had noticed a few oddities in rehab, but it only became fully evident to her later on; when she went home for a good week before going back to schooling and internship, the first thing she did was check her phone out, perhaps hoping someone cared enough to message about her. However, what she got instead was a black screen as Jenna felt a strange buzz pass from the phone to herself. For a minute, she wasn't quite sure what had happened, but then the pieces started to click together....

And she just grinned.

She had always known about superheroes and stuff; insane superpowers and unnatural talents put to use defending Earth and whatnot. Heck, Mr. Stark himself was a superhero! Though she'd never personally met the guy...Anyways, the point is, this was her chance! For the next few months, even after returning to her usual shtick, she began focusing on these strange new abilities she possessed. Eventually, she even decided that the best way to put her capabilities to the test would be directly in action, becoming a small-time vigilante in New York City, running with the moniker of Hi-Volt!

Of course, she was far from the subtlest crusader of the Big Apple, and one day, she just kinda...Woke up somewhere she didn't remember? Apparently it was some kind of institution for Mutants (was that was she was? Huh!), helping them train their powers while also keeping them educated. The circumstances were strange, but after she watched her acceptance video, she just took things at face value. Besides, this way way more exciting than the University! Maybe if she was lucky, she could even scrounge up a friend or two! After all, everyone here's kinda weird like her anyhow...

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■ Power 1: Electrokinesis

After Jenna's incident awoke her latent Mutant genetics, she obtained the power of Electrokinesis; put simply, when she makes contact with something that has some form of electricity running through it, or by making direct contact with electricity, she can absorb it into her body and utilize it in a variety of ways. Usually frying baddies. She's uncertain exactly how much of a charge she can hold, but estimates it could be several million watts of energy; still untested.

This ability can also have more niche uses when she applies herself (though her ability to use this Power beyond simply absorbing and dishing out electricity are...Shaky as of now), such as manipulating and disrupting electromagnetic waves to tamper or shut down most forms of machinery remotely, using electromagnetic waves to achieve a form of Ferrokinesis (though even when she gets the hang of it, undoubtedly less refined than a certain someone...), or potentially achieving airtime through either timely release of electricity to propel herself, or by floating via electromagnetic waves. These are all still pretty far out of reach for her though, but she's trying to put them into practice when she can.

This ability could also be used to charge devices, but...She usually just ends up frying them instead. Whoops!

■ Power 2:Electro-Metaphysical Improvement

Her Powers also have affected Jenna in another intriguing way, the smallest of which being that her mutation is what caused her hair to change to an almost minty blue; in the past, it was just black. More prominently, perhaps, is that her newly-developed abilities have caused a change in the way her brain functions. Jenna didn't get smarter per se, but she quite literally thinks faster than the average person, and by no small margin. It aids her reaction time and speed of processing information, as well as most mental tasks. However, this came at the cost of her attention span getting shot to hell; if she can't focus on a single thing, she usually ends up disorientated and frazzled, and on the flip side, once she does fully focus on something, almost anything else simply falls into static noise for her.

On a different note, this also has allowed Jenna the ability to funnel the electrical energy she absorbs (and seemingly generates on her own now, though in small amounts) into her body for explosive results. Mainly, she can improve her raw strength or speed, and usually only in short bursts, because keeping them running for long periods is both exhausting to her and taxing on her energy reserves. This means she can take movements in the blink of an eye, or even smash through solid stone, but unlike a proper bruiser-type, she'll run outta gas eventually and become exceptionally helpless. She also hasn't found a way to enhance her own durability using this trait, though she believes the ability might be able to provide enhanced regenerative qualities...Though she's not eager to find that out.

Lastly, Jenna theorizes that, should she receive enough charge, she may be able to transform her body into pure electricity! Completely hypothetical, but definitely exciting! But she's also theorized such a change would be temporary if it occurred. At least, she hopes it would be...

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■ Math

■ Engineering

■ Reading (granted, became a lot less fun when she finishes a book in about two minutes...)

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