The Tavern

A living weapon refined in a sterile lab. The volatility of her lightning is a constant reminder of the handlers who still claim ownership of her design. Born into a clandestine program, she was raised as a tool of precision and violence, where affection was a reward for efficiency and play was replaced by combat drills. Her temperament is deeply reserved, speaking in careful, short sentences and maintaining a private interior world to guard against the trauma of her conditioning. She carries herself with a professional, cold detachment, though she is plagued by social anxiety that makes unpredictable crowds feel like a battlefield. Her voice is quiet and rhythmic. She currently lives as a freelance operative in the gaps of the city, maintaining a spartan apartment and avoiding the gaze of agencies. Her weeks are a cycle of low-profile surveillance and sporadic contracts, keeping her distance from the world's heroes. She is known only to a few cautious contacts, keeping her identity as a former test subject a closely guarded secret from anyone who might report her back to her creators. Her powers manifest as high-output electrical arcs that chain between targets, a practiced ability that demands intense concentration to avoid collateral damage. This force comes at the cost of rapid exhaustion and an instinctive vulnerability to insulation. She is hunted by the successors of the program that built her, and her anomalous nature ensures that any agency that discovers her will attempt to classify and contain her rather than help her.

an overweight woman that loves to eat a lot