Andri sighed and walked into the school. Another birthday? How old was she now? Physically, still 16. But as for how many years she's actually been alive? She had lost track.
At first glance, it wouldn't appear she had any powers. Hell, you could be with her for months and not notice any powers.
She walked into the school, dreading it. She hated school- it was so boring to her. But she needed to stay up to date on the latest supernatural sciences and whatnot. Because after school, she would go hunting for evil supernatural creatures. She has vowed to vanquish as much evil as she can. She has little mercy on those who have harmed or killed innocent people.
Andri was human. She's always been. But her armor that she wears to hunt is special. It not only distorts her voice- it makes her faster and stronger, and virtually indestructible. That's not to say that she was impossible to defeat- you'd just have to find the wear points.
Andri sighed as she sat down in her "general supernatural sciences" class and groaned as she saw that today was going to be a lecture. Hundreds not a thousand years, and school was just as boring for her as it was back then. Even the fact that it was her birthday didn't help- she stopped caring at all around 130 years.
And it's not like she had anyone to celebrate with, anyway. She always kept herself distant, scared that getting close to people would only hurt her when she outlived them and they died. She had no family and no friends currently. And she was scared to try and get any. Because it would only be painful when they grew up and died without her.
This was Andri's curse. To forever outlive everyone she ever loves. Another god took pity on her and gave her the armor, (which, by the way, is like Thor's hammer- only she can pick it up), but the other god could not remove the curse or immortality, and the god that cursed her refused to lift it, and still refuses to this day. All because Andri killed her son with a sword dipped in devil's blood, because he was terrorizing Andri's home.
Andri kept her head down, brown hair covering her face. She was antisocial after losing so many friends to age over the years. Part of her hated the idea of friends, but another part of her really needed someone... She was so stressed. She needed a friend, though she refused to admit it.