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[*]Name: Susan Brooks
[*]Age: 21 years old
[*]Sex: Female
[*]Appearance: Well... I know I'm kind of pretty and thankful about it. Nothing to write home about, but I look at myself in the mirror and I can smile about what I see and others get a good impression. I'm about average of heigh, standing at about 1,65 meters of height and light of weight. My build overall is kind of slender and fit... feminine but with subtle curves. My breasts are on the small side which is comfortable enough and I got my hips and butt to be proud off, neither are big really but they got a nice shape to them. My legs are also long for my size. My skin is kinda pale but it gets a nice color when I go out and get in the sun for a while. Finally my face... it's a pretty face, can't complain. Generally pleasing, though to stop most people in their tracks. I do have a nice smile and I'm glad for it. If you smile at people, it's very heartening to see them smile back at you, no? Ah... finally, my eyes are kind of ocean blue in tone and my hair, left to reach halfway down my back, is raven black and straight. Oh, and I also do have a bit of a scar on my torso... on my right side.
[*]Personality: An introvert to begin with... I enjoy my time alone and while I seek out others for fun and engagement, I need time by myself to truly charge up my batteries. I'm proud to say that I'm an emotional person... I would never trade that part of myself. I cry at sad movies or when I remember them, I laugh at jokes and try to smile and say thank you and excuse me to everyone I meet. However, that goes for the good emotions... and feeling is not the same as expressing them. As much as I'm glad to be emotional... I'm glad to be able to control my emotions. That doesn't mean I feel whatever I want... but rather, that I can control my actions even when swept by strong emotion. Sometimes I slip... snap at someone when frustrated or the like, but most of the time I'm glad to be able to show a smile even if I feel under the weather. That's because I don't want to regret the actions I take. And I don't want to hurt those around me. Whatever I do, I want to mean it in my heart and mind. I also... kinda like justice. And the goodness. The sort of heroic things you read in books and watch on TV. I never really grew up from liking such fantasy, such wonder. I like dazzling and great heroes... and despise those who cause harm without thinking twice about it. Those who would harm and kill, who would be selfish enough to care not for the feelings of other as they hurt them. I thought long and hard about such things... and despite knowing that great heroes aren't all that real... that all villains have their motives, their anguish and other all too human motives to push them forward... I still can't forgive them. And I don't want to let go of the feelings in my heart. I love this world of mine with all of my heart... and at the same time, I hate it. I love it because it is what I know... because it is filled with color, with love, with nice people, with amazing inventions, great tastes and scents. And I hate it... by how unfair it can be, how simple, how hard and unchangeable. I also seem to like talking about myself, don't you think?
[*]Background: My story is mostly like many others. Two loving parents, a privileged life. I didn't mind being alone when I was little, but I was with people I wanted them to laugh. I jumped and laughed, I made faces and told jokes. I loved being called pretty and clever, loved the smiling laughing faces and the praise. It's funny on retrospect... At this age I fell in love with heroes while at the same time being as far away of them as I could be. I was very active when playing and loving to make people laugh I started teasing others. It seemed like good fun... but I never took into account the feelings of those I made fun of. Some took it well. Some joked back at me. But some I hurt... little enough that I didn't truly notice. Or didn't want to notice. It wasn't until later... once I truly caught the tearful, wrathful face of one I made fun off... to see them transfer out of school to escape me and the bullies that were my friends that it all started to sink in. That I began to notice the sad faces, the hurt feelings. I wasn't so funny then when I began to backtrack. For a while I tried to deny it... but as I held back more and more, I lost my place among some of my friends. I got more time alone... and as I got to think of what I did I felt shame, sadness and hurt. I restrained myself and my emotions from showing. Spent more time alone and in the company of my heroes of fantasy. Grew more serious and subdued... even if I took a step in the right direction, my sadness did lead my thoughts astray more than a few times. But I grew past that. I got the end of adolescence with a smile on my lips... as I learned restraint, but more importantly, to take into account the feelings of others. I learned to make people smile in other ways... kind words to those passing by, common courtesies to those having a bad time, smiling just for the joy of meeting someone else. It was a good time for me and perhaps the world wasn't as perfect as in stories... however, so long as I took it all in with optimism things would be just fine. That is... until I got mugged. My city tends to be a relatively good place to live and I seldom saw anything make me fear. However, as I walked back from visiting a friend at night I got stopped by a man demanding my purse. I wasn't carrying anything all that valuable... only my keys, the simplest makeup, too little cash for it to matter and the like. The situation felt surreal to me... but at the same time, I was crystal clear in thought as it all happened. I should have given it to him... showed I was carrying nothing of value. That was the smart and the right thing to do. But I didn't. I bit my lip and I refused. I said no over and over again. Because... it wasn't right for this man to rob me. Because I had not done anything bad to him to deserve him to rob me, to threaten me. Because I didn't want to be a victim... I didn't want to give in to crime, to robbery. To the stuff in stories and TV. So I struggled. I was dead afraid. But I was also angry. And for it all, I got stabbed in the side... felt the cold steel of his folding knife digging into my skin... the puncture. The cut. The pain, wobbliness, the coldness. Darkness creeping on the side of my vision. And yet I held onto my purse... I continue to struggle. I cried out loud and finally he went away. I almost died that night... and over and over I got told how stupid I was to fight. And I told them I was. But in a dark corner of my mind... I was proud. Because I didn't give in. A bit... no, plenty crazy. But I stuck my ground. And as happy as I was for that, I was twenty times more scared. Because I felt the coldness. The weakness of blood leaving your body... making movement and thought sluggish and painful. I almost died because someone wanted the 22 dollars I carried on my purse. And had they had a gun, I would definitely be dead... into the beyond... or worse, nothingness. And while I'm alive now... now I know it. I will struggle again when faced with such an event. And next time, I won't be so lucky. No matter how much I struggle... in the world I come from, one bullet means I'm out. No matter my views... my emotions, my desire for good and justice. My world is cold and hard that way. But... that isn't the case in this new world, is it?
[*]Powers: Two things, I have found... One is my body. I was a bit athletic before... but now I feel a step beyond that. My body is improved... it feels lighter, stronger, faster. I got more energy and I'm more fit that I was before. I can carry more without being tired... and I'm stronger than I remember. I guess, that comes from wanting to be a hero... a body capable of doing great things. To fight and struggle... to resist more. However... that is not all. I can move things away from myself... it's a force. I can pick up stuff from afar, push things... like telekinesis. I can feel the weight of it... of what I'm exerting. It gets weaker the farther I try to exert the power and stronger the closer I do. The power is invisible when I'm moving little weight... but the more power I exert, the more a blue aura appears, giving color to the force I'm exerting.
[*]Personal Motive: I want to improve myself, in this world without boundaries. I want to look it all... meet new people. If there is bad... I wish to combat it. To bring smiles to people around me. And at the end of the day... I want to be happy as well. To take a corner and build up my life and powers. If possible I'd like to visit my world again... but not if it means leaving behind the powers I found... and this colorful land of my fantasies.
[*]Mementos: Just two things I got... One is the folding knife that almost took my life. The robber left it stuck to my side, you see... and I asked to keep it. I haven't really parted with it ever since. The other thing is a silver necklace my mom bought me after I got out of the hospital... a small thing, but I know how much she wanted to cheer me up... and it reminded me of how much she cares for me and loves me. I do... want to see her again and dad too... my friends and my life. But picking... picking is hard. 
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