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| Identity |
Yara, Yasmin Starr, Power Girl

The hero known as Power Girl, while hardly being described as average in appearance, the tall, buxom female often catching the attention of individuals and media alike, would hardly hint to the incredible power the woman can wield. Born on Krypton (or at least, as she remembers it), Power Girl is as formidable as any Kryptonian on Earth, fuelled by the Sun's energy. On top of this, Yara is, although she doesn't overtly know it, a trained killer, knowing several forms of Kryptonian martial arts to a deadly degree, even with her powers theoretically gone.

The memories that Yara possess are disjointed and confusing, distant feelings of joy and safety on Krypton, followed by the crushing grief of its loss. Despite having little but flashes of memory, she feels certain residual emotions towards certain aspects of Kryptonian society, finding fault in their old order and a slight distaste towards the House of El and Zod. She cannot explain these things, but she feels them none-the-less.

In reality, what few memories she has are constructed, artificial things granted to her through the manipulation of her birth. Grown as the ultimate weapon for an unknown enemy, eventually specifically to target the House of El, Yara is the product of tank-birth, a genetically modified clone, in abject contradiction to the edicts of both Kryptonian faith and culture. The only reason Yara has any free-will, and only the currently suppressed echoes of her mental conditioning is due to the process being cut short by the death of Krypton, her life-pod fired into the void in a last ditch attempt at revenge from beyond the grave of a dying world.

Having crash landed in the Atlantic Ocean, the more stealthily designed hunter-pod not being picked up by any of Earth's inhabitants. Ejected, the steadily empowered Kryptonian made it to the American coast. Wandering in the jump suit the pod had clad her in at night across the New York Coast, Yara was first found by a student, Jane Croft, on the roads. Following a very confusing encounter, Jane became convinced Yara was in fact massively drugged up and took her home, to let her sleep it off, at her family home near by. As the days progressed, it became increasingly clear that such a mundane explanation was not the case. When Yara, after a few days, picked up the English language, due to her enhanced intelligence, she was able to explain the situation, eventually taking Jane to the floating body of her pod as proof. Oddly enough, rather than fearing the alien, Jane became close friends with her discovery, Yara eventually applying to Columbia University for a major in Biological Studies (where Jane was studying) to take up her cover life as the student Yasmin Starr, living with her new found friend back in the city. As things have begun to settle down, Yara is contemplating revealing herself to the world, not personally, but in the guise of a hero, much like the other Kryptonians upon Earth, who have yet to discover her existence.

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| How is this character different? |
To state the obvious, this is a totally different Power Girl, and not just because she's ginger. I've done away with the inter-dimensional nature of the character and instead made her another Krypton-native, just one that never knew krypton outside of a growth pod. She's a trained killer that doesn't know it, with built in trigger words and psychological conditioning.

| What is your goal with this character? |
To play a character I find interesting, in a way that hasn't been done before. In a similar manner she's set apart from the rest of the Kryptonians, but now as a separate being, rather than a parallel Super Girl. I hope to get her stuck in and involved with the more established characters, as both a newcomer and someone with equal power to the greats, a scary, but ultimately benevolent, unknown entity.

| Sample Post |

"Yasmin, slow down a second."

It took her a moment to respond. Not because it wasn't her real name, that she felt the loss of her Kryptonian identity. No, her brain worked faster than any human alive and teaching it to accept a new identity took less than an hour. It was simply because she really didn't want to slow down anymore. She had already decreased her pace to within range realistic for a human, so that moving around their apartment Jane could perceive her. She wanted to dash, to open up her throttle and be everywhere within a second, but in their living space it made Jane uncomfortable, and it would probably ruin her clothes.

"Can't, need to get to class, then labs, then I have a photoshoot, then I want to grab a few things from the library. I'd like to fly for a bit, then I have at least one date to drag myself to." Yara bit into an apple as she raced around collecting what she needed for the day. Books mainly, going into a rucksack slung nonchalantly off one shoulder. Grey jeans with a number of horizontal rips and a white top, cropped just above her naval, rounded off a simple outfit she still managed to rock. Only once all her books were collected, did she finally turn to face her room mate.

"Sorry, it's just some of your actual friends, rather than teachers and random dates, might be feeling a little bit neglected lately." Jane replied with a slight smirk, hands on her hips as she watched her alien friend approach. The smirk drew a momentary pout from the redhead, before they both broke out in larger smiles, Yara embracing Jane with enough force to lift her off the ground, in a manner only slightly uncomfortable.

"I promise I'll be free to hang out the rest of the week, just had a few busy weeks, from tomorrow, you'll soon grow tired of me being constantly around once again." Letting go of the petite brunette, Yara began to make her way to the door, winking at her friend before waving as she looked set to escape their abode, only pausing following a comment from Jane.

"Aren't you meant to avoid eating before a photoshoot? Even student ones." It was taunting, rather than a genuine question, as Yara took a collective of bites from her apple, throwing the core straight into the bin across the room.

"Oh please, like it's my abs they want me for," Yara laughed, placing a hand on a stomach that while many stages away from being unattractive, was certainly not rock hard abs, before disappearing out of the door, into the corridors of their apartment block. Hardly opulent, it was at least clean and tidy, putting it into the rather more classy section of student accommodation in the Big Apple. With some haste, she began to descend, taking the steps as they were faster, and running within the human range, she could hardly tire herself let alone slow down. She passed the odd plant pot, noticed a few new cracks in the walls and had to dodge the elderly lady from the floor below, although still saving enough time for a pleasant drinking. Within a minute she burst out into the crisp air of a New York Summer Morning. If it wasn't for the flood of solar energy, she'd probably feel a tad cold in her current outfit, but soon the city would be warming up and she'd look less under dressed. Just as she was about to set of at a jog towards the first item on her agenda for the day, starting with crossing the street, she was nearly flattened as a black SUV blasted past. Well, in reality, she would have cut through the car like a knife, but she avoided it all the same, earning only a rude blasting of horns. Seconds later, in rather lame pursuit, a pair of police cars streamed by. She sighed. Yara had little care for the specifics of human law, varied as it was, but she did care for needlessly risking life. Within a blink of an eye, the figure of Yara disappeared.

Several blocks down, now clad with a black hoodie obscuring her features, the same figure materialised in the road. A few cars had to swerve, but then the same SUV was approaching. It was her last test, possibly they hadn't meant to be so reckless, that she'd tried to cross to hastily. Maybe they weren't so careless with human life. When the vehicle closed to within a few meters of her, she realised they planned to go throw the female in their way. Then she held out her hand.

In the next moment they connected, faster than the human eye the car started to wrap around her hand before she gripped it, the front of the car twisting and taking the full force, pulling the rest of the SUV forwards but taking the greater part of the force, until the windscreen was an inch from her face. Tinted, her vision easily cleared through it to the startled figures within. Then her eyes flashed, the glass broke, and she had grabbed the men within, climbing into the air with the pair screaming in her hands. New York was a big city, but a Kryptonian had them dangled from the roof of the Empire state building, welded into the side with a commandeered, disused street lamp. Crouching above them on the roof itself, the flailing criminals looked up at her.

"What the fuck are you doing? There's no supers in New York."

The term Supers nearly made her growl. Superman, Supergirl, House El. Her very nature was already connected with them, and for whatever reason, the thought brought her great disdane.

"Trust me...I am not part of this Super family, and there is nothing Super about me. But you know what I am?" Their faces were masks of terror, likely the same feeling many had felt at their hands this morning.

"Power, pure power." Her eyes burned a bright red, the heat itself starting to singe their hairs as their bodies struggled to decide on a course of action, try to escape the heat, or cling to the metal holding them in place above the city.

"You will not harm another soul in this city, not while I'm here."

And then she was gone.

Appearance:

House: Targayryen
Name: Rhaenys Targaryen
Age: 25

Personality:

That Rhaenys was the youngest of the three Targaryen siblings is evident not just from biology, but also behavior. Playful and curious where her sister was stern, Rhaenys developed a great interest in music and poetry. Renown for grace and beauty, Rhaenys enjoyed throwing and participating in grand events which to her siblings were often political at best. Equally, Rhaenys enjoyed riding her dragon, Meraxes, the most, supposedly spending at least twice as much time flying as her siblings, often using it to calm herself or for simple enjoyment. The only possible mark on the younger Targaryen's reputation was her habit of surrounding herself with comely males, resulting in whispers about her fidelity. However, despite these rumors, true or not, Rhaenys was her brother's favored wife, over the cold Visenya.

Biography:

Rhaenys, like her siblings, was born on Dragonstone and rode her dragon, Meraxes, before she was married to her elder brother Aegon. The only one of the siblings to retain much of her childish joy with life, Rhaenys nevertheless became the most skillful rider of the three, if not quite as awe inspiring a commander or soldier as her siblings. Rhaenys spent most of her days on Dragonstone fascinated with stories, music and poetry, longing for a prettier world, away from the harsh craggy nature of their home.

Her wish was granted first with the calling of war, of her brother's conflict against Volantis. Playing only a minor role in proceedings, she was allowed off Dragonstone, for longer than a few hours, to see the land they were fighting and her desire for the outside world only grew. As soon as they returned to Dragonstone, Rhaenys pushed for Aegon to take a greater part in the politics of the world, out of logic, but more so her desire to leave Dragonstone behind.

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