Eliza Hays

• Affiliation

  Unaffiliated

• Powers

  1. Enhanced durability
  2. Enhanced strength
  3. Regenerative healing factor
  4. Electrokinesis
  5. Flight
  6. "Shield of Victory" (Shield that can be summoned and thrown with electrical manipulation. Can also be used to block heavy attacks.)
  7. Enhanced senses
  8. Enhanced reflexes
  
  NOTE: While Britannia's powers are potent, her "staying power" is currently extremely limited due to her time in cryogenic suspension and the damage caused by it. Her healing factor is working overtime to recover from it, leaving her easily exhausted.

• Possible Plots

  1. Taking down the bad guys
  2. General social things
  3. Trying to figure out the 21st century
  4. Gathering intel on "supe terrorists"

Recent Posts

1. 

   Blast from the Past

   Monday at 01:07 PM

   "Seventy six years." She reached a slightly shaking hand into one of the pockets on her uniform, pulling out an old cigarette case, its contents seemingly just as well preserved as she was, and struck a match. The old supe's eyes continued to trace over the skyline as she took a long pull, trying to find anything familiar amongst the glass and steel monoliths that dotted the city beyond the park and finally responding to Starlight's question with a simple "Yes. Yes it has."
   Britannia nodded to Starlight's suggestion of talking more later, even putting on a small smile again for a moment. "That would probably be for the best. I imagine that I have missed a lot of history from down there. How time flies..." Another pocket reached into, this time her hand came out of it holding an old pocket watch of all things. She gently tossed it up and down in her hand a couple times, before tweaking the crown, twisting it three times left, and once right, muttering something about it being a shame about losing such a thing, before tossing it into the pit she had crawled out of just a few minutes ago. 
   
   KRAK... fzzzz....
   The hole in the ground glowed brilliant shades of red, gold, and orange! Sparks of molten metal and thick black smoke flying from its depths, the fireworks lasting all but a few minutes until they finally died down again, returning the park to silence once more. "Well, that seems to have worked. Can't be leaving any secrets behind for just anyone to stumble into now, can we?"
    
   TAG: @MATT @Morrigan
   
2. 

   Blast from the Past

   August 16

   The old supe raised a brow, and simply gestured towards the still misty hole in the ground and dented in cryopod door. "New in town? Yes, I suppose you could say that." She said. "Although by the look of things, I may have actually been here for quite some time." She paused, looking around for a second, her eyes scanning over the skyline, tracing for landmarks. Almost everything about it looked almost alien to her. Strangely smooth buildings of seemingly made of nothing but impossibly strong glass glinting in the moonlight jutted up higher than the cloud layer. The noise too, the noise was all wrong, the noise and the smell.
   
   Then, her search turned to the billboard. That was just as confusing, it seemed to be an advertisement of sorts. Perhaps a movie poster? She looked at it for a bit, taking in the details. As "ID" went, it wasn't exactly convincing to her. In fact, it simply added more credence to the whole "performer" theory she had earlier. Still, it also furthered the burning question she had in her mind that she'd almost been too scared to ask. 
   
   "Say, what year is it?" She finally asked, her tone wavering ever so slightly from the firm, businesslike 'stiff upper lippedness' it held before. "I am assuming by some of the buildings this is New York, no?" 
    
   TAG: @MATT @Morrigan
   
3. 

   Blast from the Past

   July 21

   Starlight's response got a raised brow and even a slight smile from the woman. Safe to say, she was not expecting the woman dressed as a 'circus performer' to have so hard an edge, but, it was definitely something she could work with. "Five seconds." Her tone was still just as harsh as it was before.  "This is your last chance." 
   She was just about to fire off a burst directed at his hand, more a warning shot really rather than anything designed to cause lasting damage, when Starlight spoke again, this time mentioning the "Seven". Britannia paused, frowning for a second, trying to put the pieces together. "The Seven? I can't say that I've heard of that particular name." Perhaps the performer attire was just a front? An infiltration technique perhaps? Just what had she stumbled in on here? "A branch of the police perhaps? Certainly a strange uniform for such a thing, I don't suppose you would have any identification to that effect if that's your profession?" 
   
   She kept the pressure on, though, still holding back from doing anything actually harmful to the man, more doing so as just a reminder that she indeed hadn't forgotten about him. "If you have the resources to detain this individual and get the information we need, I'm sure my government will want to follow up with you on this matter so we can get it all settled."
    
   Tag @MATT @Morrigan
   
4. 

   Blast from the Past

   July 10

   The old supe gave something akin to a snarl, wiping the spit away from her face with the back of a gloved hand. Her tone was still rather nonchalant as she looked to Starlight for a moment, almost as though she was just casually discussing the weather rather than preparing to use some "enhanced interrogation techniques" on their captive. 
   "You may want to look away, miss. I'm afraid that making this man talk could get a little messy. Right. Down to business."
   She leaned in a little harder, pressing the shield into the man but being very measured in just how much she did so, applying just enough to cause pain but not enough to do any real damage. "You clearly know at least something of who I am, considering how this malarkey of yours seemed to be targeted. With that in mind, how far do you think I'm willing to go to get the information I need?" She then shifted position slightly, moving over a little, her eyes glowing and her hand sparking right over the man's left hand. "You have ten seconds. Talk, or you will never use that hand again. After that I will move on to your other one and perhaps even get a little more creative. How do you think you'll do without your fancy little darkness shaping tricks, hmm? "
    
   tag @MATT@Morrigan
   
5. 

   Blast from the Past

   June 29

   Was it the Reds? Jerry remnants?"
   She pressed a little harder with her shield into the man's neck, not quite enough to cut off his airway but certainly more than enough to serve as a reminder. Her eyes starting to glow once more too as her voice lowered into almost a growl. "Talk. I'm not going to ask so nicely again. Think about what you have to lose."
    
   Tag: @MATT @Morrigan
    
   
6. 

   Blast from the Past

   June 24

   The surging ball of darkness ripped past Brit's ear, tearing huge chunks out of the concrete fountain she had taken cover behind. Still, she bided her time, using the concealment of the smoke and the distraction presented by Starlight to plan her next move. Hostile was still talking, that was one thing. Starlight had him targeted too, so she had at least two ways of getting a solid bead on the man. 
   
   She concentrated for a second, feeling the surge energy well up within her limbs. If just firing off a shot nearly sent her on her backside, just what would this do? She vaulted over the broken fountain, the cracked concrete crumbling beneath her sparking hand and broke into a run. Another flash. Convenient. She leapt up with a burst of lightning, a noise like ripping paper filling the air... 
   
   And she didn't come back down. 
   
   In fact she flew directly at the man, attempting to pounce on the shadowy figure, trying to pin him with her shield at his neck and force his arms down to his sides!
   
   "Well then! I trust you have gotten that out of your system, yes? I have a few questions if you don't mind."
   
   Her tone sounded almost jovial and friendly as she looked down at the man, though her voice soon hardened as her eyes started to crackle over with that same golden energy as before and she applied just a little more pressure. 
   
   "Questions that my government will surely want to know the answers to. Start talking."
   
   
   Tag: @MATT @Morrigan
   
7. 

   Blast from the Past

   June 20

   Brit raised her shield, bracing as the surge of inky blackness came crashing in. It smashed against the shield with a resounding clang, forcing the old supe back hard against the wall, but, she kept her footing, her boots digging a deep furrow in the earth beneath her even as the force of the blow left a cracked dent in the brickwork behind her. Her response was instant. She began to march forwards with her shield raised defensively in front of her, tracking the unknown hostile both by her enhanced senses, and by Starlight's convenient "tracer" fire pointing her in the right direction despite the darkness.
   
   Her eyes began to glow with a crackling electric light, flickering slightly as she raised her hand. She looked somewhat pained for just a brief moment before she let forth a sharp bolt of brilliant golden lightning aimed directly at the shadow supe, its report reverberating off of the structures and concrete like the blast of a cannon. The woman stumbled a little right after though, a wave of nausea rolling over her for just a brief moment before she steadied herself. That shouldn't have happened, right? She'd done this plenty of times before. Why was it hurting so much?
   
   She moved to follow up, pulling a couple of old smoke grenades from the belt of her uniform and hoping like hell that they'd still function after all those years in the deep freeze as she tossed them to the ground in front of her to mask her movements as she started to flank around, staying low and behind whatever cover she could and readying herself to close to 'good ol' fisticuffs' range in order to make an attempt at pinning this shadowy assailant!
   
   
   Tag @MATT @Morrigan 
   
8. 

   Blast from the Past

   June 15

   Britannia hauled herself to her feet. She could hear the scuffle just past the crater's mouth, she could even see the strange shadows and blasts of light dancing through the swirling cryotube fog. The old timey supe took a moment to take inventory. Her uniform and body armour had survived the freezing just fine, that was one thing at the very least, but her weapon apparently hadn't gotten off anywhere near as lightly, the barrel of the service pistol having warped and cracked into uselessness as it thawed. 
   
   
   Her eyes then turned to what was happening above her. It must have been more than just a regular scuffle. She sighed, rubbing her temples for a moment before taking a deep breath and locking her shield to her arm. Truth be told, she had expected someone in a lab coat to come knocking, to tell her that her powers had regenerated her enough to put her back in the fight. She certainly didn't feel like she'd healed any. 
   
   
   The two would finally see a figure emerge from the fog. The supe was most likely an odd sight to say the least; a woman looking to be roughly in her twenties clad in an armoured second world war uniform holding a shield emblazoned with the Union Jack in front of her. She paused for a moment, taking stock of the scene, her eyes glancing over the strange dark blob and what she presumed must have been some sort of circus performer getting up from the floor. 
   
   
   What.
   
   
   Still, she raised her shield, getting into a defensive posture facing towards the blob of darkness. Surely that would be the bigger threat rather than some random dancer, no? Not to mention it said something about a job. That was... vaguely ominous. "And just what sort of job would that be?" She called out to it, starting to step forwards. "I would very much like to know what sort of employer would put you up to attacking some err... Dancer, I am assuming?" 
   
   
   
   @MATT@Morrigan
    
   
    
   
9. 

   Blast from the Past

   June 14

   It was cold. That was the first thing Britannia was really aware of. Her eyes slowly opened upon dented twisted metal and thick spiderwebbed glass mere inches from her face, all half shrouded by a thick freezing fog with sickly yellow-white lighting filtering down from above through it all. It was loud too, chunks of crumbling concrete clanging against whatever casket she had found herself in, a loud hissing, and the piercing, incessant ringing of a small alarm bell.
   
   She winced, her body screaming at her as she managed to reach out an arm and grip onto a brightly labelled "emergency escape" lever. Nothing. Not even a hint of movement, it was as if it was simply an ice cold bar welded to the side of the icy metal tube. She made another attempt, then another, each time more forceful and each time just as fruitless save for a decently loud "CLANG" with each pull. 
   
   It was getting harder to breathe. It was getting colder and colder too for that matter, she could feel her skin "burning" as the fog just kept rolling in. Even the alarm was starting to sound more distant somehow. Almost as though it was in some strange nightmare. She steadied herself and made one more attempt, this time balling her hand into a fist and striking the front of the capsule as hard as she could. It buckled, the thick metal bowing outwards.
   
   She tried again, managing to land another blow, the metal screeching in protest as the rusted and iced shut hinges finally gave way and what was left of the heavy "door" flew free from the crater, spearing itself deep into the ground a good few meters away! Fresh air finally flooded the casket, and she lay back for a moment, shivering and coughing as she tried to catch her breath. 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   Tag Starlight, Morrigan
   

Topics I Participated In

1. 

   Blast from the Past

   Started by Annie January · June 14

   Starlight was on her usual patrol, but overall it was a quiet night. She was thinking of stopping by that coffee place on her way back, as she knew that she could use it right now. Vought was wanting the Seven to talk a more active role, so at least once a week that meant doing a patrol of a few hours a night. This duty was being rotated around the seven, and so far, it was her turn to draw the short end of the stick.
   
   
    
   So she’d been forced to cancel her plans, and looked like Hughie would have to wait a few more days at least. Could always be rescheduled, but it was annoying for sure, as she would check heard a loud crash. Flying over real quick, she’d turn the corner to see a large crater on the floor, as she landed. Nobody in sight, but this was odd, she was tempted to call it in, but no.  She knew that Homelander would probably insult her and the rest might be disinterested.
   
   
    
   Might be best to see how this went for now, as she took a few more steps along the street, cautiously using her light to shine out in front of her. Not that Annie could see anything, as she was on her guard regardless. There was a sense of unease. It was a bit too quiet around here, but Annie couldn’t put her finger around it, as she stepped over to the side, light shining and seeing nothing. Whatever it was…
   
   
    
   There was a noise, spinning, she swiveled to try to see what it was. But whatever it was…she was too late, as she was blasted by something unknown, hit hard and slamming into the other wall opposite. Grunting, she got up, looking around, seeing nothing. Why was this person playing hide and seek here? She could think of a few reasons, and she didn’t think she liked any of these. That said…she was done playing around. “Stop fucking hiding-whoever you are!” She called out in the darkness, hoping that her comms were working. One time in a million… but it always had to be that one time huh?
   
    
   Tag Brittania
   

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