Why the first? Well, she hasn't died yet, and that's an accomplishment in the world of superheroes and villians!
Gender: Female, obviously I hope
Age: Junior in High School (at Carramba High!)
Classification: Human, powered
Locale: Carramba High School, lives in Crescent City and walks less than a mile to school every day (alternate Earth)
Though Disruptor probably has a real name, she's definitely "on" that superhero identity thing. She may have forgotten her name entirely, since she's started calling herself Disruptor and insists that everyone else around her do the same.
Teenagers on Hol stats:
Human (mutant), Female, Junior, Feels Like A Nut
Totem: Bushbaby (the "if you do not kill me soon I may drop dead of fright" totem)
Smarts/Greymatta: 6
Bod/Feets: 8 * -- superfast! Vibrates with Glee!
RWP: 5
Luck/Nuts: 4
Driving: 3
Cool/Mouth: 5
Bonk/Meat: 1
Disruptor's chosen profession is obviously, "Superhero", it's a good thing she's got powers and gadgets to back it up!
Knacks: Snap in the presence of Giant Robots (+4), Smartass Answers (+3), Collect Odd Objects (+3), Attract Strange People into Groups (+3), Party! (nasty, she vibrates! +2), Withstand Warm Clothing (+1)
Skills: Appraise Jewlery (+2), Spot Trouble (+2), Climb (+2), Grooming (+3), Aim (+2)
Clusters: Superhero Attitude (pose, pump and yell, +3), Acid Trip Illusion Aids (+4)
Traits/Bent
Phreak, phobic and paranoid around Robots of any kind
Smells like a wet dog if the furry suit gets wet
Packrat, collects things (specifically rings of any kind) and usually tries to use them
Pays little to no attention in class but always manages to pass with a C+ or better
Powers: Mind Illusions (personal power, often aided by recreational drug use)
Vibrate Like A Plastic Pal (personal power, rattles anything from fillings out of teeth, to whole buildings into rubble)
Rings - Lightning power blast, Disintigration power
Class Schedule
1 - Earth/Alien Literature, Leland
2 - Silkscreen, Phoenix
3 - Current Affairs, Talshoy
4 - Physical Education, Graves
5 - Superheroing for Profit, El'bis
6 - Practical Anatomy, Sanger
7 - Business Math, Varnhagen
8 - Universal History, Argyle
Disruptor owns a collection of rings - some of them are cheap plastic trash, but some very few are actually fine jewlery, and even fewer of those are enchanted and have mystical properties. She wears two of those regularly. She also owns a large number of furs, furry costume accessories, and boots, as well as hair gel by the bucket, and cool head-garments.
It was another school day. What fun. She'd far rather be off fighting evil - but she knew that her studies had to be finished first, if she were to be taken seriously. She wasn't dumb after all. Not like that bitch Lela Dyal. And she'd had her powers born to her, not like some folks taking classes with the illustrious El'bis.
She lived for fifth period. It was the only thing worth doing at school. Except maybe watching Doc Sanger's butt - but everyone with eyes did that. Well, she liked third period too, because Dominique Talshoy's Current Affairs class often wound up coming to blows about one side or another of some argument they had nothing to do with.
It was great fun. When they got to go on field trips it was even better. But the thing Disruptor hated more than anything else was fourth period - P.E. Everyone yelled at her to take her outfit off - to dress like the rest of the gym class, which she grudgingly did. She hated to leave her precious furry costume in the gym lockers because - UGH! they smelled something horrible. She didn't much care for the cliques she had to deal with there either.
At last, she slunk down to the kitchen, grabbed a pair of poptarts and would eat them on her way to school as usual. Her mother was already at work, and they had never had anyone else in the family since her older brother moved out. She always wondered: who was her father really, and was it him that gave her her powers?
Well, she'd never know. Her mother wouldn't talk about it and she didn't pry. Disruptor slogged toward the school, heading west on Beach Boulevard for just under a mile. It was okay having the school that close to her home, Carramba High was a great place to meet people and hang out - almost better than the mall.
In fact, it HAD a mall. That was utterly cool. Disruptor fiddled with her rings, after finishing off the first of her poptarts, and then groaned at herself for getting crumblies on her fur outfit. She spent the rest of the walk brushing out the green and static grey suit and making herself presentable for first period. She never made it into her locker area before second class, anyway.
She cut around the Physical Sciences building, and headed through T'angle Way, the area between the Humanities building and Physical Sciences. As per usual there were three or four intellectual gangs arguing with each other before classes started. The bell rang, she was barely on time.
Professor Leland talked about some crazy alien stuff, that was his thing - aliens and journalism and stuff. Disruptor liked him, like everyone did, because he was pretty cool with the students, and young enough to remember that their problems really were the end of the world. Distractedly, Disruptor pulled out last night's homework and handed it in, still picking the occasional poptart remnant from the fur on her arms. Class went unusually quickly.
Second period, all the way across the whole bloody campus, was Silk Screen. Disruptor thought this was a neat class at first, but then realized that she had almost no artistic talent. She liked their tye-dye class, though, that was a fun two weeks, but this silk screening thing was hard! She took to tracing stock artwork onto the heavy silk so that she could at least produce a tee shirt. Inspired briefly, she decided to do a bandana or two, with her distinctive lightning bolt pattern on it. That worked. She'd probably get only a B or something for it, though, because well, there were all kinds of other more artistic kids in the class and they always got the A's.
Even though she loved the class, Current Affairs was all the way BACK to the Humanities building. No, of course they couldn't arrange a blasted teleporter for students like herself between the whole walk to and from the opposite corner of the campus. She looked up jealously as one or two of the fliers swooped over the other buildings and into their own classes. Talshoy's smile brought Disruptor back to her good humor though.
"Have you all been seeing the accounts of the Rifts?" Talshoy asked, excitedly. Her mohawk bobbed when she walked, she was awesome. The tan skinned woman paced back and forth and explained that there had been a large number of newly opened rifts or portals between worlds, in the last week or so.
"This would certainly explain the high occurance of alien abductions and visitations," someone piped up.
"It would, and I've been hearing that there are even some fey realm openings. Those are always fun. Now, on to the politics..." Dominique flipped down a map (actually, three maps, because no one could have just one map of this world - it was too complicated for Disruptor so she doodled something in her notepad instead of looking at the maps. She wound up actually making something that looked vaguely like a lizard or a dragon.
The appearance of the portals certainly did make Talshoy excited though. Disruptor wondered why. She didn't usually get all uppity unless it was something involving homelessness or the job market, or invaders from other planets actually coming into the classroom. And that HAD happened, of course, but not while Disruptor was a student.
Disruptor pondered this while she headed - grudgingly - to Phys Ed. She deposited her backpack and her uniform in the stanky little locker provided for everyone. Changed her shoes (how she hated tennis shoes! she loved her boots because they made her taller and she could kick with them), and then found a raquet so she could play with all the other jerky-juniors.
The Sophs had it worse, though. They were off running laps. Even though Disruptor had a great love of speed, she didn't have much endurance, and running laps especially in the middle of the day, was just something she was glad to be over and done with. Her stomach gurgled fiercely, it would be time for lunch soon. Thank goodness.
When P.E. was over, she'd lost three matches and won two others, each to different partners. It wasn't like playing real tennis of course, she could barely keep track of how scoring worked in Tennis anyway. And don't get her started on cricket! Or Broccian Ultra Cricket - which there was usually a game going on somewhere around the campus. It had been outlawed ON campus since that incident in the Caffetorium, but that was old news anyway.
Lunch time... lunch time...