[b]Name:[/b] Vivian 'Viv' Goodman

[b]Alias:[/b] Martyr

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Alignment:[/b] Freedom Fighters

[b]Skills:[/b] Has no combat training at all. Classically educated. Trained in medicinal care, first aid and triage care. Skilled long distance runner and climber. Something of a detective, she has a keen eye.

[b]Powers:[/b] Photokinesis, Wound Transferral and Regeneration.
[list][*]Photokinesis - The manipulation and utilization of the particles that make up visible light, photons, for use in various situations. Uses vary from changing an objects colour temporarily, changing an object or area's refractive index to allow for invisibility, lighting up dark places, blinding enemies and may later develop into faster travel, concentration of light into a focal point AKA lasers and eventually the ability to project hard-light constructs. A side-effect of this ability allows her to manipulate heat within a very short range. She may only increase heat or normalise it (bring it to room temperature). This carries the risk of harming herself however, as she is not heat-resistant and is still able to be burned.

[*]Wound Transferral - The ability to take the wounds of other beings and transfer them to herself, thereby taking on their injuries to better heal them. Can be extremely dangerous if a fatal wound is taken on all at once.

[*]Regeneration - Can heal from more severe wounds faster than the average person. Still just as susceptible to violence as any other person. Relies entirely on how much ambient light she has absorbed, only in the sun or bright lights can she heal faster.[/list]
[b]Equipment:[/b] First Aid Kit, Magnifying Glass, Telescope, Rope, Rations, Blanket, Extra Clothing, Flashlight.

[b]Personality:[/b] Initially quiet and reticent, Vivian is a stranger to the fields of battle and war. She deplores violence in all forms, but understands that self-defence is necessary sometimes, especially now. Not extremely talkative, she would rather listen to what her companions have to say. She is usually one to take the diplomatic route to an obstacle, resolving issues with words and gifts rather than blood and thunder. She rarely speaks openly, and only opens her mouth when she deems it necessary. This has lead to her being a bit of a pushover, but when push comes to shove she can be strong, if only for a while. Otherwise she is rather friendly and kind.

[b]History:[/b] Vivian was your average woman, learning to become a doctor, or a paramedic. Or a nurse. She can't even remember. She lived in an upper-class neighbourhood on the Emerald Coast and had average friends and family. As far as she was concerned, life was perfect. Perfect being perfectly average, if not a little bit snobby. She didn't even know what a metahuman was besides the shouting crowds on TV and the terrorist attacks on Helios facilities. She just tried to distance herself from it. She never imagined that she'd be thrown into the thick of it, just because she shines a bit brighter than most. When her powers manifested, she was quickly scooped up and away from all that she knew. Her little world shattered, she lived in isolation within the confines of Helios' facilities and experienced first-hand what she had only heard about before from news broadcasts. The injustice and mistreatment ignited a fire in her heart that could not be extinguished and when her facility was broken into by Freedom Fighters, she was eager to enlist. She is still convinced that there is a solution to this whole issue that doesn't involve senseless violence and loss, so she fights for that. Not with weapons, but words.

Residing at the FF base on the Emerald Coast, Vivian has a name for herself, and a reputation for being a hard worker. Most know her as either Viv or 'Martyr', a codename the other residents pegged on her, due to the nature of her care and her demeanour.

[b]Appearance:[/b] A girl of lean build, standing at around 5'2", Vivian is by no means a giant. Her skin is the colour of ground cocoa, and her eyes shine with the piercing, icy blues of the tundra. Her hair is black, cut short into something of a pixie cut. She is fond of smiling, with soft lips riddled with tiny cuts and nicks and a button nose that looks like it has been broken before, as it twists slightly. She is lithe and wiry from continuous cardiovascular exercise and training. She usually dresses in practical outfits consisting of cargo pants, long-sleeved shirts, heavy jackets and tough work boots all in various greys and browns. When she uses her powers, light sometimes shines from her eyes and mouth, illuminating her face as a halo of light at her crown appears.

[b]Other:[/b] Does not sleep at all when fully charged by the light, but sometimes does need to lay her head down. Viva La Revolution.