Name: Aleksy Roosevelt.
Gender: Female
Age:23
God & Powers: Hephaestus. Her powers are rather productive, her hands can increase their temperature allowing her turn metal to putty in her hands! Oh and obvious resistance to extreme heats. Though this is more a talent than a power, she is able to engineer solutions in even the most pressing of a situation. (She turned a old chevy into a makeshift boat)
Physical Appearance:[img]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs41/i/2009/057/f/8/Blacksmith_Female_by_MoonFX.jpg[/img] Standing at 6'3 this "woman" makes most men feel insecure....

Personality: The first thing you notice is the rather strong way she goes about anything. Her way is the right way, until proven faulty, "And if I can't make it work, Chances are Some body left out a detail!" Brash as she would seem she sweats the small stuff. She likes a plan, rushing headlong into things is a quick way to get burnt. She values others opinions and self expression, but if your ignorant or "bsin" her intellectual side tends to outweigh her tact....Or she probably just walked off laughing at you. The quickest way to set her off is to believe the world owes you something, "I don' care how old you are, or who yo'r parents are! The only thing that you gunna get out of the worlds forge is what material you toss in!"

Biography: She lived with her father, a steel mill worker. However rather than send her to school, he opted to bring her along. At first this was met with resistance but when the girl worked about as a somewhat moral support and soon they fought keep her as their little mascot. As she matured she did more than just bring snacks and listen to stories, she began getting into the work herself, scrap became her plaything, while most girls her age had begun to dabble in doing their hair, Aleksy had begun learning how to weld and much to the crew's surprise she began learning how to smith tools and her own "jewelry" (at the time, it was mostly trying to make it shiney but its a start!)

Much time has passed, along with her father and almost all of the crew. A common occurrence when one works in such a hazardous environment, an accident killed them. She was never told more, and the closed casket funeral was enough to inform her that there must have been an issue with the heat control unit.....She mourned for a while, but she took this as a lesson to never forget that the forge is as much a beast as it is a friend. 

Recently she had been helping out with a group with some standard repairs to a older hospital. Trying to get a busted old water line to behave itself, but as fate would have it whoever was supposed to let the job know it was simple, forgot...One thing after the other went wrong! Standing out above it all was the crack in the building support, and her being out of fuel. She knew no matter what she did the building was coming down, all those people to die....After they had come to this sanctuary, sure some could be evacuated, but what of those stuck in beds?! Rather than accept the futility of it all she grasped it with both hands and clenched the beam tears running down her cheek asking any one listing for mercy for a miracle! 

"Leave it to mortals to mess up the simplest works!"

Her hands began to glow white with such an intense heat that allowed her to slam various metals into the beam to make for a temporary fix....It was only after it had cooled that she questioned what had just happened. Obviously the next thing she did...was look for real solutions but it was only after the construction plans had settled did she begin looking into her new found gift.