Name: Calida Alpheus (Calida means heat, Alpheus means changing)
Appearance: Soft, silky brown hair, once long and flowing, is now chopped off at chin-level and is often left in its dirty tangles. Sometimes it is tied back in pigtails to keep it out of her face. Large gray eyes that once sparkled with vitality now most often gaze dully into the distance at an equally dull future. Her lips press together, locking away her old smile. Her eyebrows are straight, making her demeanor all the less cheerful. A large scar knots its way through her right eyebrow and up to her hairline. She stands straight, shoulders tense; her height is slightly above average-- about 5'6". Her once soft form is now hard: lean and muscular, and she jerks away from anyone's touch. Her skin is naturally fair, but now it's tanned from exposure and smudged with filth.
She wears black cargo-carpris, dark purple light-weight sneakers, a tight black tank top with purple straps peeking out from underneath. She still has the necklace-- silver, a single amethyst hanging down. (http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a3...tyGal/SLS4.jpg) She also wears a wide black belt, on which she keeps her two daggers and a small handgun.
Personality: Quiet and calculating, she rarely opens up to anyone. She has learned to control herself; she hates showing anyone too much emotion anymore. She denies being bitter and considers herself a realist, but she finds it hard to trust others. She is always on the defensive, cautious, watchful, switching to offensive when necessary.
History: Calida's father had the start of the evolutionary changes; her mother had none. Calida was their pampered princess, their only child. They were surprised at the strength of her powers, considering that only her father had any, and his were weak-- camoflage.
At the age of sixteen, she was naiive and cheerful. She knew there was trouble in the world, but her parents promised her nothing would ever happen to her. They promised her.
What a lie.
In the middle of the night, she was awakened by her mother's screams. Piercing screams, agonized screams. She ran from her room, hearing men's voices. She peeked from the dark between the rails of the stairs, looking down near her front door, to find three men in black gear; and her mother kneeling, shreiking, frantic, in a pool of blood next to her father's mutilated, lifeless form.
"Where is she?" they demanded. One drew a hand back and slapped her mother's face. She was sent sprawling back, smearing blood across the wood floor. She screamed louder.
And Calida was sick. Sick all over. She vomitted out her mouth and nose, the sound covered by her mother's screams; it was on her face, in her hair,on her nightgown, on the floor. She heard movement in the rooms downstairs. Her stomach wrenched itself until there was nothing left, and with her last heave, she let out a sob.
"What was that?" she heard. She looked, not even bothering to wipe the smears on her face, and saw one of Them staring back at her. Her gray eyes widened.
"There!" he cried, drawing a gun and training it on her head. As he shot, he fell, and the bullet grazed Calida's head, ripping away some of her eyebrow.
Holding his ankles, "Run!" her mother managed to scream before being silenced by a boot to her face. And not giving them another glance, knowing that gunshot finalized this as a point of no return, Calida ran; knowing they were following up the stairs, she jumped from an open window onto her porch roof, slippery with rain.
She tumbled to the ground, and she ran. She slipped in the mud, but she ran. She clenched her eye shut as blood dripped down, and she ran into the woods. Stones cut her feet, branches slapped her face and tore t her nightgown, but she ran. Her mouth was bitter and her nostrils burned from the acrid regurgitations, but she ran. She ran until her mind and body were numbed. She ran until she collapsed, having no idea where she was an only hoping she wasn't followed.
She laid under an overhanding rock in a hill and shivered. She was soaked, and she had only what she wore-- her tattered nightgown, underwear, and a necklace from her parents that she never took off. And she was alone.
She was found by others like her, and they took her in, clothed her, and did their best to help her until she could survive on her own. She was never the same.
Control of heat. Calida has the ability to create, absorb and release heat. Heat energy can be created by burning massive amounts of calories. By absorbing heat energy she raises her own body temperature and can cool singular objects or more broadly, her surroundings. By releasing heat energy, she can cool her own body temperature and heat direct objects or her surroundings. She an also allow heat energy to pass through her from one object to another. Temperatures can range from burning to far below freezing.
To go with this, the functions of her body's systems remain regular for long periods of time despite changes in heat. Her bodily fluids neither freeze nor boil.
Requires large amounts of energy. Most notably, this occurs in heating (even when heating by absorbing energy, she still requires some of her own energy, and heating on her own requires even more). Cooling also requires some energy to speed the procees, and the faster Calida wants to cool, the more it takes; it also takes energy to remain cool in a warm environment. Reheating after cooling down is the same as heating. To use her powers, Calida must take in a high amount of calories; rarely does it require extra sleep-- her main need is food.
Also, if she remains below sixty degrees fahrenheit for more than six hours, her body begins to slow down, in a manner not unlike cold-blooded animals. After 24 she is unconscious, and after 48 hours she will die. She must be in a warmer environment to regain heat.
Starvation. If she does not have enough food, she will not have enough caloric energy to use her powers. She can lower her body temperature a bit to help conserve energy, but after an extended time, there's nothing she can do.