My name is Starlight. My story is complicated. Allow me to elucidate.
I was born, same as most superheroes, and… actually, same as most normal people. My mother is one of us, one of the community. The real community, not the Teenage edition. It’s the old working-mom problem, multiplied a few thousandfold. She’s fully metahuman, you see: high-grade powers, full-on busy life. So I was raised mostly by her sisters and mother off in the middle of nowhere until my powers started to manifest, when I was six, when I freaked out big-time and went off to find Mother.

It turned out – when I finally snapped and forced Mother to tell me – in the middle of a supervillain case that the entire community was pulled in on – that my father was 100% mortal, and she couldn’t handle the idea that her kid might be too. So she went to Olympus and asked Sarpedon, one of the demigod heroes, if he knew of anything I could have. Being a pretty nice guy overall, Sarpedon offered ten years of full-on phase-changing powers, with a two-year stretch at each end for acclimatization, as the best he could do.

Phase-changing essentially means I can turn any substance in any of the three states (liquid, gas, or solid) into any other of the states. I can do plasma-state, but only with liquids and gases. In other words? I can walk on water or through walls, stand on air,  or drink a peanut-butter sandwich. And those are just the gimmicks. Handcuffs to restrain a crook? I’ll get a pair literally out of thin air. Sarpedon kept it tidy; I have to think out specifically what I want. So I have to say in words inside my head, I want the air in the form of a pair of handcuffs around this guy’s wrists to solidify, and remain solid until I choose otherwise. And it will. Believe me, when you’re falling off a building, you learn to think really fast.

So anyway, from when I was six, that was pretty fun. The powers are starting to fade now; I’ve lost the plasma controls, and I sometimes have to repeat myself or say it out loud before anything happens. I was Mother’s sidekick until she kicked me sideways out of her life. I’m still working in my kid persona, Little Marvel, with the green leggings and the high ponytail – cute and nonthreatening, until I get going – but as the powers fade I’m working less and less, so someday Little Marvel will just… poof, gone.

By the time I’m twenty the powers will be completely gone. I can cope with that too: I’ve been taking lessons in non-meta work from one of the best guys in the country, and I’m going to go live with my brother and his wife, who are both non-metas in the community. I’ve got a persona to use over in Foundry City, and I work that – Starlight – on and off, just to ease into it. I’ll fall on my feet. It’s that or die, for our sort.

Brother? Oh, yes. I met my father when I was sixteen. I was arresting him for robbing a jewelry store in Breakwater Bay, where I worked. And from there I met my half-brother Paul, and we get along fine. More about all that some other day.

Money’s not so much of an issue: Up to sixteen, there’s always welfare, and nowadays I have an uneasy Magwitch-and-Pip-type arrangement with my father. And I can usually get casual work with the police when I need it. Mother still works – real-world and hero stuff – and still doesn’t talk to me since I called an audible on a team project and the bad guys got away.

I have a name, but long training taught me never to reveal it. Old habits die hard.

Well. That’s me.


3 thoughts on “Starlight

  1. proverbs31teen March 26, 2015 / 3:44 PM

    Do you always think of yourself as Starlight? Because otherwise Lannis could figure out your name pretty easily. She could probably figure it out anyway.


  2. coruscantbookshelf March 26, 2015 / 5:58 PM

    How I think of myself usually is irrelevant. I have worked with telepaths before, even the annoying kind who read without asking, and I’m fairly adept at psychic misdirection by now.


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