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Name: Jennifer Harrick
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5
Weight: 8st 3lbs
Ethnicity: Black British
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Religion: None
Occupation: Secondary School Teacher

Ability: Shapeshifting
In theory, Jennifer can turn into anything she likes. In practice, it's a bit trickier. While she can change what she's made of and how it's arranged, she can't create more matter, so if she wanted to be a giant, she'd be a hollow one. Outside of a few one-offs she hasn't managed to repeat, she can turn her whole body into a single materiel and reshape that, or go back to her human form.

Background:
Jennifer wouldn't describe her life as anything particularly special. Born and raised in London in a flat that used to be a council estate, she went to school, then to a university that used to be a college, worked at Tesco in between and eventually got a job teaching science at her former secondary school.

Being black wasn't a big deal either. Her parents had been born in England (Though their parents were from the West Indies and Caribbean), and the racist groups had by-and-large moved on to targeting Eastern-Europeans. She got teased far more for wanting to kiss girls, and other than being stopped-and-searched by the police more often than average, she wouldn't have thought her race made a big difference. Sure it was there, but it's London. Even the minorities have massive numbers.

The first time it really mattered, it probably saved her life.

Jennifer had picked quite possibly the worst place to be when the storm happened - On a plane somewhere between New York and Las Vegas. She'd been looking forward to the holiday, watching an in-flight movie when the emergency lights came on. The flight attendants asked everyone to secure their seatbelts, there was talk of turbulence and an emergency landing, the rain hammered the windows as the plane shook and lurched, and then everything went white.

Looking back, Jennifer decided her powers must have activated and saved her. If the energy storm is what caused them, then being at the centre of one would have switched them on, right? Maybe she turned into air and was blown about? It's not like she remembers anything about what came next. Just delerious impressions and dizzy sequences that just as easily might have been a dream. She remembers waking up in what she would later realise was probably a tent-hospital set up at one of the storm sites, panicking at something and fleeing. She dreamed she was a cactus, but maybe it wasn't a dream and she'd been photosynthesizing and preserving water?

When she could think clearly again, Jennifer had found her way to SanFran with only a ragged sheet. She tried to get help from a cop, who drew his gun and yelled at her to stay back, then fired. Jennifer thought she was dead, closing her eyes and screaming. She felt the bullets hit, thought she must be blocking out the pain, but a few seconds passed and it still didn't arrive. When she opened her eyes, the cop fired again. This time she saw the bullets ricochet off her metal body. Both people fled from each other in opposite directions, at some point Jennifer realised she was flesh-and-blood again.

She hid in the storm-ruins, which had already been picked clean but were private enough for her to practice in, and eventually find some things to wear. A few days later, she was confident and, if not presentable, at least a lot moreso than she had been. Now she just had to somehow get home with no money, no ID, no passport, no idea if they'd even let her on a plane...

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