Helena Haertwright


{-Statistics-}

Name: Helena Haertwright (Pronounced- Heart-right)

Nickname: Helena. There is no nickname.

Power Name: Vengeance.

Age: 17

What Am I?: Ronald McDonald.

{-Friends & Family-}

Mother: Elisa Haertwright (39), Housewife.

Father: Michael Haertwright (Deceased). Was a Star for Crystall and had the ability of telepathy and a slight precognitive ability.

Other Significant Relatives: Future step-father: Paul Newton (43)

Siblings: Daniel and Sebastien (Both 9)

Short Bio: Helena's family was a fairly normally one for most of her childhood. Both of her parents were happy as was she and her younger twin brothers. Helena doted on her baby brothers and her father, Michael Haertwright doted on her. Though Helena did not discover her powers until after her father's death father and daughter shared so many features and qualities that most people (that were in on the secret) took it for granted that the special gene would one day trigger in Helena. It did, but not until after the death of Michael Haertwright.

Michael was a fantastic student at Crystall, coming from a family with no "magically" background that he knew of. Many trophies and awards in the College bare his name. He also went on to become a reliable and exceptionally useful Star and worked to support his family, that he loved, while his wife held the position of housewife.

Shortly before Helena's 11th birthday, however, father and daughter were attacked in the street. Michael Haertwright, with his slight precognitive gift was able to push his daughter out of the way only at the expense of his own life as he was killed on the street in front of Helena. The murder was committed by masked agents, supposedly Lavine's who jumped out of a time vortex that Crystall should have been protecting against. The two men killed Michael Haertwright in a flash of light, under the cover of which they then escaped back through the shimmering air that is the sign of a vortex.

Several weeks later Helena was confronted with the same men appearing in her home about to attack her mother. This was when her powers surfaced as the emotional peak of anger towards them killed them both with a blast of energy that changed the heat energy around their hearts to kinetic and held their hearts still, forcing them to stop beating. They had both collapsed and died on the kitchen floor.

After a few months of therapists and psychiatrists Michael Haertwright's death was as big an influence on Helena as the day it had occurred. Though she loved her mother and brother her father had been her world and she had definitely been a "daddy's girl". Loosing him just before she went to attend Crystall College turned the experience from being what she had hoped for for years into torture. Attending Crystall meant that everyone knew who she was- who's daughter she was, and she constantly had her father held up as the pinnacle of what she must become. Moving quickly through the years and ranks Helena has become a time challenger to be reckoned with. This is not only due to the desire to live up to her father's name but also due to Paul Newton. Paul was the man Helena's mother fell for a few months after Michael Haertwright's death. Grieving and in need of support she had taken up with her boss, who she had been working as a secretary for. Paul, however, was far from understanding Helena's uniqueness calling her a "freak". Only a few months after attending Crystall she was sent a letter asking her not to come home unless she had to.

With nothing much left in her life worthy of her attention Helena through herself into the one thing she had left- her raw talent as a time challenger. Cautious of using her powers that could so easily kill another Helena excelled at physically attacks that she training for late into the night. It was only after she had near mastered everything on the curriculum that she turned to using her extraordinary gifts that could destroy so much around her, and herself, if she wasn't careful. Now Helena is one of the most valued students in the school and works as an Elite in the most dangerous of missions and nearly classed on the same level as some Stars (though she is studying to complete these exams). Helena only took seven month in Neptune and has so far been in Pluto a year and completed half of her exams. She is in every way a model student aside from the one aspect of her attitude that worries staff members close to her. Helena is ruthless, insensitive and cares nothing for her own safety. Though she is calculating and knows a lost cause when she sees one retreat is something she hates to do and will put her own welfare on the line to succeed. This has left her with many awards for bravery, many successes against Lavine but also many frowns, worries and scars...

What she needs is someone to stop her on her self-destructive collision course.

Best friend: No-one.

Other Friends: None.

Boyfriend: Christien Davies {future}

School Popularity: 2/3. Helena engenders respect, authority and sometimes even awe from others but she is not someone that makes friends or connections. Instead she remains very much alone and keeps to herself.

{-Appearance-}

Hair: She has average length, slightly wavy blonde hair, usually pulled back into a tight ponytail. Layers that were cut into it some time ago are still apparent in the bangs that never stay tied back by the elastic.

Eyes: Bluey/Green eyes that are sharp and harsh.

Usual clothing: Some sort of torn and ragged pair of jeans and a vest top. She always wears a cord of leather around her neck from which hangs her fathers ring (a thick silver band with an eagle on) and a green silk neckerchief.

Body: She's average-height, some may even consider her to be on the short side and has decent, if not amazing, size in the curve department. She's toned and strong from years of training.

Distinguishing Features: She has many scars in several places on her body, the main one is a long slash down her right bicep. She also has on across her thigh that no-one really sees because of her trousers. These are all war wounds from her time travelling.

{-Personality-}

The Good: Helena is dedicated, loyal, and the first person you would choose to accompany you on a mission (or into battle for that matter). She's hard-working, intelligent, and looks at situations from all angles and eventualities.

The Bad: Helena can often be bossy and unflexible as she knows she's good at most things and believes she is right (the fact that she usually always is does not excuse her bossy behaviour). She's cold and aloof which means she has trouble making friends and socialising she is therefore always alone.

The Ugly: Helena is basically on a one-way ticket to burn-out and self-destruction. Though she does not admit it to herself she needs someone to set her back on the normal path. To calm her down, tell her she doesn't have to be so work-crazed, and let her have something else to work for in her life.

The Unknown: Helena regularly suffers from nightmares and gets very little sleep. She is luckily someone who doesn't need much sleep but she is looking gaunter by the day...

{-Other Information-}

Best Subject: Just about everything- Helena works way to hard not to be good and most things.

Worst Subject: You don't get to be one of the youngest ever Elites by being bad at something... but Helena has no fond feelings towards Maths and Science.

Status: Elite

Powers: Energy Forces
Power 1: She's able to use the energy in the air or in people to her will. She can create force fields, or compress the air around someone to make them feel battered upon. She can use this to pick up things like in telekinesis, but her control isn't as great as Telekinetics' is. She can only make things fly in a certain direction like it's been hit with a bat, not make them float and change course. She can also convert energy, therefore making the heat energy from a body into sound energy for instance. This is an extremely strong power that can be used in many ways so she only has one.

Power 2: --

Sample Roleplay:

Helena's feet hurt. She couldn't really concentrate on anything aside from the sharp pain that shot through the balls of her feet with every step she took. Despite the brown suede boots being both flat soled and thickly supported she could feel blisters both at the front and back of her feet. Quietly she made her way down the corridor toward her dormitory. She walked in the center of the hallway refusing to place a hand on the wall to steady herself despite her hobbling pace. She was bent over with the exertion she felt in the small of her back and her cheekbone stung from a punch she had received earlier in the day. She hated it when they punched there. She remembered vaguely a film where the heroine stated that a punch to the cheekbone made your eye feel like it was going to explode. She could definitely verify that. Stumbling a little Helena paused, squeezed her eyes shut against exhaustion and reached for the next door to her right. Pushing it open she moved into her dormitory and shut it soundly behind her. Not daring to lean against to door or brace herself on the back of the sofa for fear that she wouldn't be able to get herself back up she stood on one leg for a moment, wobbled, and removed one of the boots. Stretching her feet out with a hiss of relief she rested it delicately on the carpet and did the same with the other boot. Moving toward her bedroom she chucked the boots onto the floor and headed for the bathroom.

Her movements were economic as she stripped and turned the shower on. Pulling the black elastic band from her hair she felt the familiar sharp tingle over her spine of hair that had been pulled back in the follicle all day. She ran a hand through her long hair as it poof-ed out and around her face. Stepping into the shower she turned her face up the spray. Her hair quickly turned dark with the water and was flattened against her skull, neck, and shoulders. She didn't let herself appreciate the water however, instead taking a loofah and soap and working up a lather. Industrially she scrubbed her body until it was bright pink and washed her hair twice with the provided shampoo and conditioner combo. Many students at Crystall bought their own preferred brands with the student allowance they were given but Helena saved hers. Her account had grown quite large from the small amounts she had never put toward anything. She couldn't see the point in spending money on frivolous things when the college provided the basics she needed. She didn't need anything that wasn't a necessity. Shutting the shower off without allowing herself to appreciate the warm water she stepped out onto the tiled floor and grabbed the towel hanging on the nearby rail. Rubbing herself down she then pulled on her pyjamas that she kept in the bathroom and scooped up her combat gear and towel. Dumping into the basket of dirty clothes that she would be cleaning in the next few days. She then sat on the bathtub and opened the small cupboard above the sink.

Taking out a small box of plasters she carefully administrated them to the red spots on the soles of her feet after smoothly some soothing lotion into them. The irony was not lost on her that most teenage girls would be rubbing moisturiser into shaved legs or painting their toe nails. Though Helena kept herself in a socially acceptable state with regards to her hygiene she only seemed to do it because it was what was expected. What was right. Helena was all for doing what was right...

After seeing to her feet she brush and re-tied her hair, this time lightly at the nape of her neck to allow her to sleep and headed back into the living area. Looking around to check that the room and the kitchenette were tidy- she couldn't sleep until her days work was done- she moved into her bedroom. Picking up the boots she had slung in through the door she stuck them in the bottom of the wardrobe that held her clothes. Though it was only a quarter full of about three pairs of jeans and five t-shirts or tank tops. There was a pair of worn trainers at the bottom next to her boots and an anorak-like coat hung from the hook on the inside of the door. Other than that there was a medium sized cardboard box on the top shelf of the wardrobe that held her personal possessions. Moving toward the window Helena pulled the curtains inward and shut out the darkness outside not making much of a difference to the bedroom. Realising that she had left the light on in the living room she was forced to walk on plastered feet and switch it off before moving back to her bedroom and shutting the wardrobe. Placing the home-made necklace- a leather thong supporting her father's ring- on the bedside table she pulled back the thick quilt of her double bed and slid her sore feet in between the covers and laid down.

Today had been hard. She had set herself a stamina test for most of the morning and early afternoon. Running around the school grounds she had jogged a total of near twenty miles before her legs collapsed under her. She had then had a combat lesson that she had pushed herself in as usual followed by her daily work-out in the evening. Though looking at the glowing numbers on her alarm clock it was now morning, approaching 1 o'clock. Pressing the correct button to check the alarm she found that it was set for seven, six hours later and closed her eyes letting her tired and sore muscles relax gradually into the soft mattress. Frowning a little in an effort to control her thoughts into peace before she slept Helena had little hope of evading nightmares.


Miraculously, however, that was exactly what she managed to do. The night- all six hours of it- went by without a problem and Helena woke up feeling, if not refreshed then at least prepared for the day ahead. Swinging her legs out of bed she winced a little as her feet stung and then mentally chastised herself for wincing at such a small thing. Didn't her scars indicate that she had survived so much worse. She was being pathetic. They were just blisters. Granted they were the size of 50 pence pieces and scarlet red when she removed the plasters in the bathroom not ten minutes later but still only blisters. Helena re-plastered her feet and pulled two pairs of socks on for extra cushioning. Then she pulled the second pair back off again, changing her mind. This would be another endurance test. If she was wincing just due to blisters she needed more training and wouldn't pamper her stupid feet.

Moving back into the bedroom Helena got dressed in her usual jeans and tank-top- white today- and pulled on he white trainers tying them tight. Tying a simple black belt through the loopholes of her light blue jeans she pulled the band from her hair and picked up the large hairbrush. Yanking it through the strands Helena pulled the long hair back into a high ponytail directly on the back of her head and watched in slight annoyance as a few locks wouldn't reach and fell against her neck, by her ears and the biggest ones just around her face at her temples. It was the only feminine aspect of her appearance and she didn't like it. She didn't want to look feminine. That was why she didn't wear make-up. The hollows under her eyes and in her cheeks weren't a trick of colour to make her look thinner but the results of sleepless nights while her eyes were dull. They had lost their shine some years ago. Grumbling at herself for such sensitive ideas she turned and grabbed up the ring necklace, tying it around her neck. It was the only jewelery she wore in memory of her father.

Stepping out into the living room she reached the kitchenette and took up an apple which she bit clean into and looked toward the door to see if there were any missions posted under the door. There was. Quickly she moved over and grabbed the little square yellow card and looked down at it. Adrenaline slowed in her veins as she realised that it wasn't a mission but a request. Wrinkling her nose a little she noted that she was supposed to baby-sit a new student that would be filling the empty room in her dorm. It had already been cleaned by servants the previous day according to the note (she wouldn't know, due to never being in there) and she was to escort this... Mr Christien Davies around the College with her. Fantastic. She didn't need some wet-behind-the-ears kid following her round the place. She had more important things to do. But at the same time she knew that helping new students was part of her duty as an Elite and she took her duties and responsibilities very seriously.

Dropping the small card into the bin beside the door she threw the apple core in after it and headed for the bathroom where she washed her hands and cleaned her teeth. She then went back into her bedroom to pack her book satchel with everything she would need for the day. While she was in there shoving the last felt things into it- including a fresh set of combat clothes- Helena heard the door of her dormitory open and a voice call out...