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Name: Soria Rane
Power Source: Charles Atlas Superpowers
Powers: Exceptional marksmanship, other than that she's just an extremely fit human, with a survivalist mentality.
Bio: The way Soria saw it, she didn't have long left. Every day she saw glimpses of a world going to shit. The next stage of human evolution had been and gone, when the next door neighbour can lift up buildings with ease, suddenly, being handy with a rifle didn't mean much. Regardless of humanity's finest, the world boasted sentient AI's, machines that surpassed the human mind in unfathomable ways. Chosen who could pull the dust from the ground and turn it into golems, or turn the forests into ash as a afterthought. No, her doomsday clock counted the seconds down to midnight, and boy, does time fly.
Ten years before her birth, her father saw it coming. The end of the world was coming, and if you're going to die, why bother dying in luxury when you could be shitting in the woods and cleaning up with poison oak? Her father died before she reached two, so she never got why he chose this life for his family. Her mother followed her husband to the end of the earth (Aetherial plain? Idk how you would reference that) and for whatever reason she decided to stay after his death. It was a big family, with numerous brothers and sisters to keep Soria company.
So as she grew up in the wilderness, she learnt to hunt, to farm, to track. But where she really shone was shooting. Sure, she had no real competition, just a few family members, to compare her skills with, but every chance she got, she was out hunting. For the good of her family. That was how she was raised. Her father's mantra, the one thing that stuck by them, justification of the hard work it was just to survive out here. It's how you do it.
As she reached 18, she had the talk with her mother. She dreaded the day. Her four older brothers had had that talk on their birthdays, and a week later they had completely changed.
She could leave the farm.
The thing is, bullets are the one thing you can't farm. That's what the town on the other side of the mountain was for. After living her life with no human interaction outside her family, the whole world was open to her.
That weekend she discovered what alcohol was, what sex was. She also learnt what humanity was. She'd spent her life believing that the world would end. But on visiting civilisation, she wished the end would come. The whole world seemed to be oblivious to the danger, yet poised, waiting for it. People hung to TV screens, watching bank robbers vaporize neighbouring skylines, watching greater people than she could ever be fight and kill millions, and then continue on their commute.
She returned like her brothers, stoic, silent. She knew that she would take the mantle as the family's link to the outside world. She was just more suitable to make the hike to town than her brothers. Faster, better equipped to handle the trek. She laughed at it all. Here she was, the alpha of the boonies, just a speck in comparison to the bringers of the end.
Thing is, her little sister Tamara, she left before she was old enough. Ran away at 16 in the dead of night, first stop, Hicksville, secod stop, who knows? She didn't see the horror waiting around the corner, she just saw her go-nowhere life and figured anything would be better.
Soria wasn't one for reflection, she was a woman of action. Her beliefs were set in stone, she wanted no part of a world seconds away from extinction. But she wanted to help her sister.
Weeks later, she found her, in some non-descript city. What she saw broke her heart. Tammy had fit in. She was living a boring life like everyone else. She would never return home now. The only thing Soria could think to do was protect her little sister. The family could cope just fine back home, living as they'd always done. She woud stay, tracking flesh and blood can't be any harder than a deer, and keep her safe at all times. That's how she was raised, for the good of the family. If her sister wanted to live in a doomed world, Soria would have to hold off the apocalypse a little longer.
The videos you see on TV, where some madman floods a city just for a bit of fear and money, with all those innocents running and screaming and dying? It's easy to forget about those people. Someones sister, mother, friend, lover. Those people, one of the countless dead of the 30 minute news segment, meant the world to someone. It's the life anyone not blessed with money or powers must face. Sure, not all of them have an overprotective, bullet-rich family member as a guardian angel, but they all end up as Jane Does.
There were just too many close calls though. A bank robbery, a necromancer bringing up hordes of undead. But problems that can be solved with a well placed bullet. But she had to get past her mentality that her family came first. Everyone has a family, no one deserves help more than another. Sure, she wouldn't invite all of humanity around for the holidays at the farm, but she would do her best to fight on behalf of those who are reduced to background figures, or obituary listings. Maybe she didn't have the ability to fly, or conjure fire, but she had a rifle, and a mission. Maybe she is a shining relic of a redundant species, but she was willing to give up her life to ensure the survival of her people. Even the superhuman fall to bullets. That'll be her new family's mantra. Being outgunned doesn't rule you out of the fight.
This one was much more rushed than my previous character, so I'm not surprised if the writing is disjointed or otherwise much worse. Firstly, I'm disappointed how all the suggestions are so incredibly overpowered. Not everyone can be a superhero.
Secondly, in regards to the character. She's a good girl, she is fighting for humanity. Not so much in the superhero way, where they feel an obligation to protect the weak, more in a xenophobic way where she wants to protect te human race. She sees the evolved as a higher form of human, but at the same time, she hates the treatment of the common person. Villians kill humans for fun, or to prove a point, heroes just seem indifferent to all the death and destruction and fight because they feel a moral obligation to fight 'evil'. So I suppose she's somewhat of an anti-hero, even though she fights for a just reason.