Hope Ann Mercy
Power: none (ordinary human)
Appearance: Black hair which seems to reflect her current mental state (the more stressed, the more messy. Skin in white, and she wears glasses. Most likely to be wearing a black tank or vest top and jeans or combats.
Background: Hope's parents thought her name would be cute, hense the silly name which has haunted her through her life.
Parents are both doctors, her mum a specialist in research and her father a GP. They met in Africa, her mum doing research and her father vworking with families to improve their health. They were students at the time.
Her parents go back at least twice a year to help out, even when they were pregnant with her, and take her along. They want her to be in the medical feild too.
As you can imagine, with a name like that, she was often bullied. It didn't help that she she brought back interesting things for her class, or that she knew cool things, she always seemed to be picked on because "who has a name like Hope and Mercy?" or as was the latest name "Ham."
"A doctor," said her mother, hardly listening when Hope tried to explain.
"Or a nurse" interjected her father.
"But...."
"They're just jealous," her mother always said. "You have a lovely name, get to do wonderful thing and see more than they could ever hope to. You have to ignore them. They'll grow out of it."
Hope was still waiting for that.
So Hope stopped telling her parents and learnt to keep her head down, ignore the taunts and didn't go to social events at school. She spent all her free time on her PC, playing games and roleplaying with people from around the world.
She would have continued like this to college and even Uni, had her mother not heard of this "new school" which she had enrolled Hope into.
"Well you were always complaining about your old one," her mum said without much discussion on the matter. "Besides, your father and I were talking...."
Turned out they wanted to move and this new school was better situated to home. Her dad had the chance to have his own practice, which was the deciding factor. They weren't thinking about her.
Should she be pleased to be getting away from people she'd known from being 5? Or should she be annoyed because she'd finally found a crack to hide in, where no one bothered her because she was nothing new?
It didn't matter, because it was happening.