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Arc

Name Josephine Arcana
Height 5'6" Weight 138 lbs.
Age 18 yrs. Gender
Paradigm The Fifth Paradigm Race Human
Homeworld Earth Type Daredevil
Nation United States Role Hero
Hometown Empire City, NJ Affiliation
INT 3 MOV 18 HRT 2
AWA 3 ATK 6 WIL 2
STR 2 DMG 2 ESS 2
DEX 6 DEF 11 FTH 2

PRI DEX DUR 2
Crackling with energy and smiling, Arc cradles lightning between her palms.
Skills: 
To Be Revealed...
Advantage(s): 
Supernatural, Teacher, Academy Training
Disadvantage(s): 
Research "Volunteer"
Power(s): 
Dynamo, Energy Blast (Electricity), Energy Manipulation (Electricity), Absorb Energy (Electricy), Immunity (Electricity)
Weakness(es): 
Water (Special), Uncontrolled Power (Special)
Portrait: 

She is a happy young woman.

Joshephine Arcana is eighteen and eligible for instruction at the Academy.
Would've been there years ago, too, if her parents hadn't had their say.

Talent ran in her family, an insular sect that had little want of dealings with what could only be seen as an outside world.  They did not approve of her unhealthy ambition to shine.  The Arcanite matriarchy predated Arthur and continued a tradition, they said, that was older than the stars.  They spoke often of how the Ancestors has walked down out of the clouds, bearing Electricity, clothed in Thunder.
They said it just that way, too: capital A, capital E...

They spoke of Responsibility and Duty and Worship.  They spoke of Musts and Don'ts and Won'ts and Can'ts.
Her soul and the thing that twined deadly-bright 'round her fingers, only spoke of Can and of Do and of Wow.

And here, then, is Josephine, last daughter of the line and the Arcanite's only hope for the future, flaunting her divine gift on national television.  She is a terrible disappointment to her family.

She is always smiling.

Origin: 

Arc's family form the inner circle, they say, of a secret order.  Passed down through successive generations of Arcanite women was gift of speech.  This matriarchal clan claimed to "speak with the spirit of electricity."  Young Josephine didn't understant her elders silly notions.  It was a toy like any other:  This tendril creature devouring air, dancing through wires and burning through flesh, was certainly a gift.  There was no doubt about that.

Why what and from whom were totally other matters.  Josephine Arcana prayed once, her whole life.  When that was, and to whom and why, are matters she intends to carry with her beyond death.  The fact remains that, while the women of her line struggled to bring a candle's worth from a flashlight, Arc could light a city block for an hour.

For her it was not like chatting with a companion, nor was there any genuflecting.  She played, as one might with a puppy, training and being trained by something that was very much a part of her; very much greatly more so.

She listened to the No Child Left Behind spawned in-school special more closely than any of her classmates.  She took notes.

When she was fourteen, red in the face from her tears and from her rage, screaming until her throat bled from her near-matracidal fury, Josephine accidentally electrocuted her entire family.  Thanks to her relatives' affinity for electricity, nobody was injured in the altercation and, following a brief interview with the FSCD, everything at the Arcana household quieted down, completely.  Josephine was home-schooled for the rest of her young life.

She did not go outside.

She read.  And studied.

She played with her pet.