Aaaaaaalright, that should do it for a first draft. Borrowed some bits from an older CS so I'll make sure there's nothing missing in the morning, but for now...

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[b]Name:[/b] Acheri Solomon

[b]Nicknames/Aliases:[/b] 

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Allegiance:[/b] Patron Saints

[b]Written Description:[/b] At 5’6”, Acheri Solomon does not look particularly menacing. She would have to really, really work at it to look anything approaching intimidating, and it still probably wouldn’t work. She’s a little too short, a little too slim, and a little too friendly-looking for that. The smile perpetually adorning her attractively strong face (which only gets wider when she’s around her friends) is as infectious as anything the [i]medical[/i] doctors [color=forestgreen](not that sort of doctorate, Mom)[/color] handle, and there is no vaccine. The eyes above that grin are a deep, deep green, with black hair that falls down to her shoulders framing them. Her skin is a little lighter than her mother’s, but her heritage is unmistakable. Another trait she inherited from her mother is a very faint cleft in the chin; though it's barely noticeable, it's another mark of her ancestry.

She generally dresses casually, albeit not messily. Her hair is well kept, and her standard combination of jeans and a shirt always pair at least reasonably well together. Work requires more formal attire, but it is not her preference in off hours. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Acheri can be simple or very, very complex depending on how deeply you contemplate her motives. She is passionate about her job, a passion that leads her to work long hours performing a role that will only make her enemies. Anything to do with her work holds her attention, and she will engage at length with anyone that can provide a fresh insight or information she hasn’t considered. She is tireless and driven, bordering on implacable once her path is decided. Most people would call this admirable in an Assistant State’s Attorney, but in Independence City… Many see a thorn in their side.

Those are the people who see the flip side of these attributes, the fire that drives her and the steel that sustains her. Her position in Independence City could be a very, very lucrative one for someone with looser morals. A prosecutor, even an assistant one, is a very useful card up one’s sleeve. Corrupt businessmen, cartels, the Mafia and even the police would very much like to have the prosecution in their pocket. In many cases they succeed. Prosecutors in Independence City are notoriously corrupt, or at the very least apathetic. Acheri, on the other hand, performs her duties with the utmost integrity. Bribery won’t sway her, and threats have yet to stop her. Not that the city’s criminal elements haven’t started considering more… Permanent solution. The police find no quarter, either, not even when letting their actions slide might mean putting someone away for life. 

There is a right, there is a wrong, and Acheri firmly believes that it is her job (and everyone else’s) to see the difference. And to act on it. That doesn’t simply mean “stare disapprovingly” in Acheri’s world. Bystander syndrome is an abhorrent concept in her eyes, and one she strives to defy every day. If something is wrong she’s [i]damn[/i] well going to do something about it. Conviction is critical, even if she can be more than a little outspoken. What’s right is right, even if it’s unpopular. The right thing to do is the right thing to do. This conflicts with her belief in the law on an almost daily basis, especially in Independence City. Vigilantism is illegal, even if she believes it’s the right thing to do. Her desire for due process wars with her perception that due process isn’t [i]getting anywhere[/i]. 

Still, she has her principles. Vigilantism, despite her reluctance, is a mean to a proper end. It is [i]not[/i] an excuse to become the judge, the jury, and the executioner. Murder is murder, and that is a low to which she will not stoop. By no stretch will she shy away from a fight if it is necessary, and her principles by no means blind her to the reality of the city’s inhabitants, but she will avoid lethal force as long as humanly possible.

Outside of her professional and “extracurricular” life, Acheri is a calm person. She’ll save her boundless energy for people she knows will appreciate it, treating most strangers a little distantly albeit politely. She has an abiding love for heroic fiction from all sorts of sources, an affection frequently indulged in on her days off. 
 
[b]Backstory:[/b] Acheri Solomon was born to an admittedly eclectic melting pool of a family out in Arizona. Her mother was a Hopi Indian, and made sure she was versed in their culture even if they didn’t live on their land. Her father was an aspiring author with a love for myth and legend, telling her bedtime stories of gods and heroes. This homebrew of Hopi culture, heroic tales from across the globe, and Saturday morning cartoons was bound to instill a belief in heroism. 

Most of her childhood, all things considered, was pretty uneventful. The Solomon household didn’t make very much money, but they made enough to get by. Little Acheri grew up reading books and catching her cartoons when they were on public TV on Saturdays, exercising her imagination through these simpler stories than the peers that grew up with nonstop access to Cartoon Network. She was a bright kid, and that love of reading gave her an early edge over classmates that hadn’t really been exposed to literature much before school. That edge only ever really grew, swelling alongside her fascination with the subject material in all of her classes. For the most part, though, her elementary school years were pretty normal. Though her parents had to admit that the occasional phone call because she elected to square off with a would-be-bully herself, rather than get a teacher, were a mild problem. Not really one that they could ever bring themselves to punish her for; technically she never really did anything wrong, and punishing her for standing up for herself was the exact opposite lesson they wanted to teach. So they tried to push her towards asking the teacher for help when she could, explaining sometimes you had to work with the system and that explanation generally cut down on the issues. Not eliminate, but they figured it was the best they were going to get.

The only unexpected thing she ever did was ask to take martial arts lessons. Her parents never really quite figured out why but it was the one thing Acheri was ever really insistent on asking for. It wasn’t [i]really[/i] in the family budget… But as tight as it was, and with a little help from her grandparents, they found a way to make it work. She took to them with as much enthusiasm as she ever did her schoolwork, and sought to learn everything she could. By the time she was halfway through her freshman year of high school she was working a part time job to help pay for her own lessons. 

Though that wasn’t the only reason for working a job. Her parents redoubled their efforts, both in work and in saving, with college on the horizon but there was a fear that the Solomons wouldn’t be able to pay for it. Acheri wasn’t looking at expensive schools, but her parents were determined that she [i]would[/i] be able to go. Every spare penny went into saving, from their jobs [i]and[/i] hers, and Acheri threw herself into her schoolwork. If she pursued the career she wanted she would need as many scholarships as she could get. Balancing school, work, and extracurriculars was far, far from easy but Acheri kept herself on top of it.

She was rewarded for her efforts, too. She graduated in the top ten students of her class, bound for school on the east coast with almost a full ride. Her college savings were enough to handle her Bachelor’s degree, as long as she kept up with a job during college, but she was slated for at least three more years even when she finished [i]that[/i]. Despite the challenges she loved it. She loved living on campus, the classes she took, and all the new activities campus life offered. Not only could she keep up with what she learned from her old martial arts lessons, there was an even greater variety of styles to learn and explore. And clubs with appreciation for the fiction she enjoyed! Even the more niche things!

Acheri eventually graduated with her J.D. from University of Maryland School of Law, and landed a job as an Assistant State’s Attorney. She actually [i]requested[/i] her placement in Independence City, seeing it as the place she could do the most good.

The reality… Has been harsh. Though she hasn’t lost her conviction, the city was in significantly worse shape than she could have expected. Attempts to buy her off began in her first week, threats in her first month, and attempts at blackmail by her third. By the time she’d been there a year she was watching for attempts on her life. It wouldn’t have been the first time the criminal element had done such a thing, and she had gotten on the bad side of [i]all of them[/i].

Gaining powers had not been something she expected, least of all from tap water. Her decision to take up vigilantism was… Complicated, and not without hesitation. It still isn’t. But her commitment to cleaning up the city was real, and if she had been handed powers, wasn’t it her responsibility to use them?

[b]Carried Weapons/Items:[/b] The only [i]weapon[/i], per se, that Acheri carries is an expandable steel baton for self defense. The Maglite flashlight she keeps in her car serves a similar, albeit improvised purpose. She also carries a Swiss army knife.

For use with her power, however, she carries a handful of seemingly eclectic items; a paracord bracelet, a few feet of rolled up string, a couple of large Sharpies, and strangely… A collapsible hula hoop.

[b]Superpowers:[/b] Acheri has come to call her ability [i]Ward[/i], as it is the best descriptor she can give it. She can create unseen, but solid projections of energy that function primarily as barriers. Simple enough, but she has discovered a few quirks through her experimentation. She has to be able to visualize the boundaries of the construct she is planning to create, and keep that picture fixed in her head. Preparation is a factor as well. A construct she creates on the fly will require constant energy to maintain, lapsing either when she stops supplying energy or stops envisioning it. With time to prepare, however, she can infuse a construct with a given supply of energy that she can add to at any time. Planning ahead becomes a necessity. With an appropriate visual aid she can keep a relatively specific construct easily maintained, or with time to prepare she won’t [i]need[/i] to actively maintain it.

As such she tends to group her constructs into Active Wards, and Passive Wards. Active Wards are constructs she creates in the field as needed, using quick reference points or portable aid to create them quickly and efficiently. The more specific the reference point, the easier to maintain though she can work with just about anything. As long as she can keep it pictured in her mind, she can maintain it. Passive Wards are things she prepares ahead of time, and with a fixed amount of energy; for example, her apartment is reinforced with Passive Wards. These constructs have been carefully prepared and are backed by energy pools that she has added to over time, and thus are self sustaining. Passive Constructs aren’t more difficult to make, but they require appropriate preparation for any real permanence. The more often she can spare energy to reinforce them, the longer they’ll last and the more punishment they can take.

Her constructs are invisible to other people unless touched or struck, at which point they will seem to shimmer faintly until contact ceases. Acheri always sees them in this state. They are solid, and while they mostly serve defensive purposes they can be used for utilitarian ones. A thin enough construct could even be used as an impromptu blade, or a thicker one as a bludgeon. 

[b]Skills:[/b] Skilled martial artist, first and foremost. Quick thinker. Exceptionally well read on matters of law and criminal procedure, as well as [i]generally[/i] well-read due to a voracious reading habit. Disturbing caffeine tolerance. 

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