Creda Shields - Student

[Creda Shields]

Name: Creda Shields

Age: 17 years old

Sex: Female

Occupation: Student

Powers and Descriptions:
Wings Of The Father
Creda's power is incredibly obvious. Two wing shaped tattoos adorn her shoulders. When she needs to, a simple moment of concentration (normally time for her to pray) can allow her to transform these tattoos into two light grey wings, round about 10 feet in wingspan. With these, she can easily fly for as long until she gets tired. Seeing as she is quite athletic, she can fly for a five minute burst at full speed or hover for at least half an hour before landing.

Shield Of The Father
Creda's wings looks to be made of feathers just like regular bird wings. However, the slight gleam they give off when light hits them a certain way belies their true nature. As strong as steel, yet light as a feather, the material Creda's wings are made of is unknown, even to her, but they can be curled around her with enough strength to even stand up to bullets. However, when curled around her fully to make an absolute defense, her movement and vision is severely compromised to the point of inactivity. Therefore, she normally uses this power with one wing at a time, allowing her movement and the ability to see clearer.

Swords Of The Father
Due to their strength, Creda's wings are not just a powerful defensive tool, they can be an incredible weapon too. Being able to slice through rock with ease, the wings are bound only by the limited movement offered by Creda's shoulderblades. Not only can they be used as melee, but with a flap, individual feathers can be fired out as projectiles, each a powerful dart.

Personality:
Creda's personality towards regular people is an aloof individual who thinks that she is above them by mere chance. She bears them no maliciousness unless they take offence at her assumption, she just honestly believes she is better than any who stand before her. This is due to being brought up by her guardian, who groomed her for great deeds (see History)

She is also a firm believer of Fate, believing that free will doesn't exist for regular people and that God and her guardian are the only ones who can shape fate to their will. To the point where she doesn't even believe her victories in battle are down to her, they are just down to Fate itself granting her the win.

If challenged for her personality, she can become very arrogant, to the point of smugness, believing Fate would guide her to victory once again. If she begins to lose, she starts to lose her cool a bit, especially if the enemy is deemed "unworthy" in her eyes. There's a reason that it is only her guardian that can command her loyalty.

Speaking of loyalty, her devotion to God and to her guardian is absolute. Her will concerning these matters is unbreakable and she would gladly die for either one at a moment's notice or at either one's command. Every night, she prays for her God to guide Fate in her favour and reports to her guardian in any manner she can.

Appearance:
Creda is 5'9 with long shoulder length dark brown hair, to the point of it being black. It is cut in a Hime-style (bowl cut around the fringe and straight down her back) and is quite dear to her.

Her features are European, with fair skin. Her eyes have a perculiar condition where the iris is bleached white. It looks like only the sclera of her eyes and her pupils are visible from a distance, giving her an extremely strange appearance. Instead of rendering her blind, like most would assume, she can see perfectly fine and appears to have 6/6 (20/20) vision.

In terms of outfits, the majority of her tops are backless, allowing her tattoos full exposure in case her wings are required. This normally lends itself to sleeveless tops, strap vests, specialised jackets with holes cut into the back and the occasional strapless dress. If going for a casual look, she will often wear tights or tight clothing in order to preserve her speed in the air and improve her aerodynamics.

Around her neck is a golden crucifix shape carved into a shiny black stone. She treasures this deeply, having been given it by her guardian. The surefire way to have her go berserk is to somehow threaten this item.

Colour scheme tends to light greys, whites and the occasional gold.

History:
Creda was not born to a happy life. Her mother and father promised her the world whilst she was in the womb. her life destined to be one of joy and love. That all changed however on the day of her birth.

Her mother collapsed on the way to the hospital after her water broke, a haemmorage having developed due to an unknown cause in her womb. Rushed to emergency care, the doctors and nurses did all they could for her, but ultimately, Creda's mother died giving birth. Her father was distraught, openly weeping aloud in suffering the pain of losing his one true love, until the cause of the haemmorage was found.

Creda's power did not develop at puberty like most mutants. It did not manifest in early childhood, like a few others. No, Creda's power had been brought forth whilst she was still in the womb, the razor like material tearing at her mother from within like she was giving birth to a ball of razor blades.

Filled with reckless anger, Creda's father disowned her. A mutant hater by default, he didn't need the knowledge of bringing forth a creature he despised to be added onto his already full plate. The father didn't attempt to harm Creda, or give her up for adoption. He just left her in the cot at the hospital, grieving for his wife and wiping Creda's birth from his records. After a few hours of leaving, the blood stained baby was finally discovered by a few nurses, who acted quickly to save her life.

The father never made it home, having died in a mysterious car crash said to be caused by him slamming into a black object that would not be moved. Creda wouldn't find this out until 12 years later.

Being put up for adoption, the girl grew up in an orphanage, wings summoned whenever she went felt like willing them to appear. They grew in size with her, day by day. She was lucky to be blessed by an orphanage that accepted many "special" children and as such, she was always with 'friends like her.' Creda knew she was different though. Her power was not a deformity, it was a gift. A gift given by those up high, those who could control Fate. She began to worship, at an incredibly early age, the teachings of God, praying every night for Fate to shine her way.

At 5 years old, she was finally adopted. A woman came by, asking the matron for 'applicants' or 'talent' and instead of being turned away, was instead offered to inspect the children. Creda was the only one picked, her wings seeming to impress the woman. She analysed her for a moment and said "This one seems to fit." Unsure of what those words meant, Creda thanked God for another gift, this time of a family and went with the woman.

The orphanage would later be completely destroyed, the completely normal humans killed and the powered children swearing that a man had done it with his magic friend who had no legs. When Creda heard about this, she assumed it was Fate decreeing the orphanage served her no further purpose, therefore it could be done away with.

As it turned out, the woman sho collected her was a front for a Power Control Group, or that was what they called themselves. They took orphaned children who had powers and immediately put them to work, their abilities being used for monetary gain. At first, Creda was used as a novelty, to clean dishes or carry items for the group. Then, they began to hire her out to the highest bidder, who could all say they owned an angel for a few weeks. Luckily, these people cared for the gifts of money and servitude, rather than the pleasures of flesh, or Creda's life would have been even worse. That's what she told herself as she prayed, each and every night, hands raw from scrubbing and carrying heavy objects.

At 12 years old however, this philosophy came to an end. She heard of a price being discussed for her abilities once more until the words "bedroom services" and "haggling for her to be upgraded to a "special request." She was not stupid. This would not be what Fate had intended for her. Packing what meagre posessions she had, Creda attempted to flee, attempted to fly far away and start again. But at 12 years old, she didn't get far. The men of the PCG tracked her, hunted her down as she stopped to rest her tired wings on the same evening. Fully accepting as to what was about to happen, Creda bowed her head.

And then... He appeared.

A giant fist of black energy appeared in her vision, attacking the men, who's sticks and guns could do nothing against it. The strange ebony titan came into view, it's face impassive as it crushed and murdered every single thug with brutal efficiency. One was simply split in two, the gore spattering onto the pavement. However, Creda was not frightened. God had deem her worthy to live past this night, her saviour now coming into view. He was a tall man, short brown hair and, she could remember this clearly, he wore a weathered black leather jacket, it's smell somewhat comforting. Crouching down by her side, the massive translucent black being disappeared with a whisper of air and the man crouched down beside her.

"I've been watching you for a while, Creda." he told her and she believed him. He seemed to know about her life up until that moment. Her birth, her time at the orphanage, her time in the service of the PCG. Instead of questioning why she had only just been rescued, Creda instead found herself listening more and more to the man. He introduced himself as her new guardian and she accepted without hesitation, especially after saying how he had guided her life from the shadows, killing her normal father, detroying the normal orphanage.

"An angel does not deserve the life you have lead. She deserves a life where she is worshipped by all. I can help you to get to that life. However, I will need your help.

I am but a sword in this unseen war, Creda. Will you be my shield?"

And that was that.

Fast forward 5 years, many combat sessions and power training later and Creda is now setting off for the Solstice Islands, looking for more "potentials" as her guardian called them. She had initially questioned this move, but her constant training under her guardian kicked in and she held her tongue. The only question she asked was how to refer to her guardian should the question arise? Surely his real name would not be given out so soon?

Her guardian had merely grinned in that wolfish way of his.

"Just tell them my name is Cody."

Code Words: Fantasy Reference

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