| In-Depth Appearance |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 med students 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. Acheri never fails to rise to the occasion when more formality is required, but it isn’t really her preference. Her style of dress tends to be a little different at home. She'll usually wear around as casual and comfortable a variant of traditional Hopi garb as tradition will allow, with a feathered hood she can pull down to her eyes and over her shoulders like a shawl. For obvious reasons, this attire isn't very comfortable in the northern climate of her college, so she only ever wears it around her dorm when school is in session.
| Name |Acheri Solomon
| Age |20
| Gender |Female
| Personality |Where Acheri is concerned, a first impression only really conveys half the story. And exactly which half will depend on where, when, and how you meet her. If you met her at a lecture, for example, you’d meet the Acheri that shows up early, pays attention through the whole lecture, and actively questions and discusses ideas that fascinate her. If you met her in transit to class, you’d find her a little distant albeit very friendly. Less like she doesn’t want to talk to you, more like her thoughts are somewhere else. During one of her training sessions, on the other hand, she would come across as downright fiery. The truth is somewhere in the middle of all of these, and depends on who you are and where she is.
Acheri is energetic, passionate, and eager when it comes to subjects and people that fascinate her. This means that her professors and friends all see a huge degree of energy, while people that don’t know her just… Don’t. That’s not to say she dislikes strangers. Strangers may not be friends, but they’re people too and deserving of all the empathy that status entails. They are, on the other hand, people she doesn’t know and has no real personal attachment too. The brunt of her energy is best suited for people who are willing to accept and return her enthusiasm; namely, friends, family, and some colleagues. Everybody else gets the Acheri that’s just as friendly, but a lot more calm and laid back. Though given her penchant for doing absolutely nothing on days she has off, if you know her well enough she’ll loop right back around to calm again. Her energy really is very situational.
Her passions, though, will always bring about maximum effort. Acheri’s a Criminal Justice major, though she hasn’t quite decided if she’ll turn that into a career in law enforcement or in law quite yet. No one’s quite sure whether the strong sense of right and wrong brought about the interest in justice or vice versa, but the two absolutely go hand in hand with Acheri. There is a right, there is a wrong, and it’s her job (and everyone’s) to be able to see the difference and act on it. And that doesn’t just mean “stare disapprovingly at the wrong” in Acheri’s world. No, if something is wrong and you know it’s wrong you’d better damn well do something about it. ‘Bystander syndrome’ is an abhorrent concept in her eyes, and one she actively strives to defy. Conviction is critical, even if Acheri can be more than a little outspoken in her own. After all, what’s right is right and it doesn’t matter if the right thing is the unpopular thing. It’s still the right thing.
Unsurprisingly, views like hers come with a huge fondness for movies and TV shows about heroics, ranging from myths and legends to superhero shows. Though the larger than life heroes of Western media don’t always tickle her fancy, so the scope of what entertainment she enjoys is rather broad indeed.
| History |For all of her pre-college life, Acheri was a resident of Arizona. Her mother was a Hopi Indian, and while Acheri didn’t grow up on Hopi land her mother taught her about their culture when she was very young. Acheri herself doesn’t necessarily agree with all of it, it goes miles to explaining where her strong sense of morality might have come from. Though her father contributed to that quite a lot as well; an aspiring author with a great fondness for old myths and legends, he made sure most of Acheri’s bedtime stories were filled with heroes and quests from the very day she was old enough to understand them. A homebrew of Hopi culture, heroic stories, and Saturday morning cartoons was bound to produce someone like Acheri in hindsight.
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 really in the family budget to pay for lessons at a privately run school, but a combination of community programs and extracurricular activities proved much more affordable. The problems with the family budget started to become a lot more apparent as she moved into highs school, however. College was the elephant in the room, and really had been since her freshman year of high school.
Acheri couldn’t really miss it, and there was no getting around it. Both parents tried their best, efforts that redoubled ‘coincidentally’ with the start of her Sophomore year, but there wasn’t much that they could do. Even paying for community college would be a challenge, especially if Acheri followed through on the path she was eyeing. The only possible solution was obvious to her, and she pursued it relentlessly. She held a job at a local store throughout the latter three years of high school, kept up with her extracurricular activities, and threw all of her energy into her schoolwork. If she wanted to follow Criminal Justice at a good school, she’d need as many scholarships as she could get. And that meant being the best student she could be.
The combination of high level academics, work, and extracurriculars wasn’t an easy one. Far from it, but Acheri Solomon was bound and determined. After three years of high school her work paid off and she graduated in the top ten of her class, bound for Straider on as close to a full ride as she could possibly get. The money she had saved up from her job in high school was enough (with a little help from her parents and family) to pay for her first year of school, as well as keep her from being completely broke while
at school, but the remainder plus the profits from her summer work weren’t quite enough to swing the full second year. Even with a part time job at college, she was in danger of not being able to afford the second semester without dipping into the money she kept in reserve for general use. Even then it’d be close.
So when she found a flyer describing a simple experiment in need of volunteers, and compensation for that experiment, it seemed like just what she needed.
| Chosen Pill Color: | Cerulean Blue.
| Other: | -Velocity Manipulation
-Dimensional Tether
-Hyperkinetic Exertion
