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[h2][color=lightpink]Daphne Fairchild[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dock 32A by Helicopter[/center]
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Daphne didn't consider herself a hero. Did anyone really consider themselves one? Sure, she supposed Doctors were heroic, they helped save lives and keep people healthy. And police. police risked their lives to make sure the public was safe. Scientists could be heroic, researching new things to make life better for everyone.

But how could one explain hunger? Depression? Drug overdose? Violence? The world needed heroes, but could the heroes meet the needs?

Daphne had been blessed with powers. Or cursed, if you were feeling particularly gloomy. It wasn't until she was in 2nd grade that she first found out about her gifts when she saw her father's death before her eyes. It took a strong soul to be able to withstand the brunt of that and all of that power fell on a little girl's shoulders.

Since then, she didn't want to use her gifts. She didn't want them anymore. Often times she would stay awake at night for fear she would dream about scary future events. Her mother comforted her, her brother supported her, but she feared every day she would see their deaths. For years, she blamed herself for her father's death. She could have stopped it. Heck, she even convinced herself she caused it. What was it about superheroes in comics? Sometimes a traumatic event spurned the awakening of their powers. Perhaps that is why she got her abilities? If that was the case, it definitely was her fault.

it took many years after, but she finally accepted her gifts and wasn't afraid of them. She found that she could actually help others. The odd man or woman she could warn or use her gifts to circumvent any problems that sprung up. She buried it deep though, basing her uncanny knack on pure luck. She didn't want to be poked and prodded by white lab coats.

She got the letter on a lazy afternoon. And here she was, about to step on to a dock. She already saw a group of people conversing. She was late to the party, it seemed. She noted a variety of people. Surely, there would be something here for her?

She walked up, paid close attention to the helicopter, and walked up to the group. [color=lightpink]"Hello, my name is Daphne, I believe I was called here? I am late, I know, sorry,"[/color] she said with a weak smile.

Here we go, she thought.