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-Name: Lucia Hernandez
+Name: Cassie Scott
-Age: 37
+Age: 17
-Appearance: Lucia is about 5'6", and notably thin. She is dark even for a Spanish woman. Her body has been worn down over time to the point she looks ready to collapse at any moment. Even so, she moves with a renewed vigor at almost all times, almost as if some sort of hidden well powers her forward.
+Appearance: Cassie is a young, black woman. She stands at about 5'8", has an above average frame, and is covered in enough freckles to illustrate a connect the dots book. She wears her hair in a well-groomed afro, and has a smile that could light up a room. She hasn't been able to walk by herself since she went blind, so she is almost always linking arms with someone to get where she's going.
 
-Power: Monstrous Rejuvenation - In essence, the Blood Angel can call upon a source of energy from deep within herself, and hyper-stimulate the natural healing facilities in the bodies of others. The healing isn't pretty, it leaves vicious scars and threats of cancerous growths. Given time and quiet, she can disrupt the bodies natural rhythms less and less, at the cost of healing speed.
+Power: Empathetic Domination
-Cape Name: The Blood Angel
+	The Oracle can lock in on the emotions of other human beings, and trigger responses in individuals contrary to what they're feeling. She can cause a troubled woman to laugh uncontrollably and heartily. She can turn a man's fury into a gentle brush stroke. She can turn a killer's gun into an avenger's tool. Since she went blind, the power has been both easier and more difficult to control. Emotions are significantly easier to hone in on, but the effects are usually far from desired.
-Costume: The Blood Angel covers her mouth and nose with a half-mask of bandages. She wears rather professional-looking, reinforced clothing, and her shoulders are sheathed in red-tipped feathers. Her cape is white, branded with a black Caduceus.
+Cape Name: The Oracle
 Costume: The Oracle has no costume yet. She is bedridden in the Blood Angel's hospital, and will stay there until the bullet is removed from her skull.
-Backstory: Lucia graduated medical school at the age of 29, and quickly realized difficulty of the job she signed up for. She treated capes, rogues, gang members, and their casualties. The patients wouldn't stop coming, so Lucia could never stop working.
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-She worked until she was within an inch of her life, performing surgery after surgery until her fingers were numb. She grafted new skin onto faces burnt away, she reset bones that she had to create in broken limbs, and within a day lost track of the number of stitches she would make.
+Backstory:
-But it was never enough.
+	Classes were going on normally. Things had finally calmed down in the city, and a sense of normalcy was in the air. Cassie was nearly top of her class, not particularly outgoing, and doing quite well for herself considering the recent death of her father. High school had never been easier for the teenager, and it wouldn't ever be this easy again.
-Nearly three years ago, the hospital was overwhelmed with patients, all victims of a gang attack. A rogue had self-destructed in the area, and sent shrapnel nearly fifty yards in every direction, and Lucia was the head doctor in getting all of the patients treatment. She had to decide who was too far gone, whose organs could be re-purposed. Her hands were shaking within hours.
+	That January, as the school had just returned from winter vacation, a terrorist attack struck Cassie's high school. It all happened so fast, she hardly knew what was happening. Gas grenades littered the hallways, and students were immediately thrown into a dazed panic. Cassie was one of the last people out of her classroom, wheezing and trying desperately to find anyone to clutch onto and reach safety.
-It was overwhelming. These victims kept pouring in, screaming, crying, pleading. It rang through her psyche like she was standing next to a moving train. She felt her very veins pulse with their cries. She felt every ounce of her being strain as she tried to help everyone.
+	Safety was the last thing she'd find. She was yanked by the hair down the hallway by one of the attackers. He wore an old timey gas mask and carried a rifle as long as Cassie's whole arm. She was hoisted into the cafeteria, with a couple dozen other students and half as many terrorists. The gas still filled the room and choked out any thoughts the teenagers could have had.
-And then the lights flickered.
+	While they sat in confusion and chaos, a figure entered the room. He wore a simple suit, thick glasses, and carried a tank of oxygen. He strolled along the students and introduced himself as "The Arbiter." He said that he would touch each student's forehead, one at a time, and figure out who among them had "the gift." The first few students he touched had no effect, and he merely batted them to the side and continued down the line. But once he reached Blake, a senior Cassie recognized from calculus, his whole chest swelled with some kind of blinding light. It was like a spotlight was shining out from within him, filling his veins and making his eyes glow like some kind of magic.
-The computer screens buzzed and hummed and they flicked on and off.
+	And then Blake was shot in the head. The Arbiter merely shook it off like he touched something wet, and continued down the line.
-They thought it was an earthquake, but Lucia felt something different.
+	"This is for your own good. In the end you would only die a much more gruesome death than this. I am sparing you and your families the heartbreak of watching their children try and fight a war they don't understand."
-She felt a deep pulse in her body, like a second heart she never knew she had.
+	He continued down the line, until he burst with that same light and shot Victoria. And again continued until he shot Patrick. And then Drew. And then Lee. He was within arm's reach of Cassie now, and she could feel her heart stop in her chest.
-In an instant, bright red energy pulsed out of her like flares from the sun. They tore through desks and broke through windows as they assailed the hospital. They tore into patients like precise drills, rebuilding skin and muscle that had long been torn away.
+	Every footstep he took was like thunder, wracking her whole body. She was going to throw up.
-Lucia fell to her hands and knees, blood pooling out of her mouth as the energy bounced through the hospital, angry and sporadic, but driven and powerful. She saved dozens of lives in a matter of minutes, but doomed them to a slower death. Her power left them all with vicious tracks of cancer and tumors, and tore parts of her own body away in the process.
+	As his hand slowly reached forward, thumb about to graze her forehead, she couldn't restrain the tears any longer.
-She vowed to do better from this day.
+	His thumb touched her forehead and she could see that pulse of light flare up like a bomb, ready to extinguish her and everything she knew. It was like slow motion, watching the man behind the Arbiter lift his rifle, and she saw his lips perk into a smile as the barrel of the gun, still smoking, sat pointed straight at Cassie's eye.
-She let her power trickle out during every surgery, at first, barely a drop just to staunch bleeding. But eventually, she mended with the precision of a well-trained seamstress. In the years after the event, she kept every single one of the patients from the day of her first singularity.
+	And then he lifted his gun up and shot the man behind Cassie, his eyes now glazed over.
-Slowly but surely, she began cutting and purging the cancers and tumor from their bodies. She had sharpened her abilities over the years, but she could never forgive herself for what she did to these people. Their deaths would haunt her even more relentlessly than any other.
+	He turned towards the Arbiter, and was only seconds from shooting when he instead was shot.
-And so the Blood Angel was born, ready to keep the people safe by keeping their heroes alive. She would let no more harm come to the people under her care. None that she could prevent.
+	The men panicked, and Cassie did too. Another one glazed over, and shot two more. It was a full on firefight now, bullets whizzing through the air as people scrambled in every direction.
 	Cassie nearly made it to the door outside when a bullet pierced the back of her skull and everything went black. By the time she woke up, she was in the Blood Angel's clinic, completely blind. She could feel the sharp metal piece in the back of her head, and the doctor told her that she would likely never see again. It would take time and delicate procedures to remove the bullet from her skull, but she was alive. She could still hold this woman's hand, and felt the warm energy radiate off of her.
 	She was safe.