| NAME: |
Erika Vostrum
| ALIAS(ES): |
Luci. (A play on Lucifer, the fallen angel.)
| PLACE OF BIRTH: |
Germany
| NATIONALITY: |
German-American
| D.O.B. |
06.30.1994
| AGE: |
20
| SEX: |
Female
| SEXUALITY: |
Heterosexual
| HEIGHT: |
5'10"
| BUILD: |
Athletic
| WEIGHT: |
135
| EYES: |
Gold
| HAIR: |
Blonde
| H-CLASS: |
Vulcan
| ABILITIES: |
Light Generation and Manipulation: Vicki has garnered the power to bend and manipulate light to her will. She is able to absorb pre-existing light or create her own. She generally tends to focus on beams and small constructs of hard light, though she has been known to generate brilliant flashes of light to serve as a distraction. She can pull light from any source she wishes.
| LIMITATIONS: |
-Generating light from herself takes a toll after a while and if she's not careful, it will kill her. Because of that, she tends to stick with small line orders when using her own light.
-The most ornate construct she's made are her wings that she uses to fly along with riding the light waves. It's her way of cheating as she's not fully capable of riding light waves on her own just yet. Other than that, her constructs tend to stick around the category of walls and beams.
-A wall she creates can be about a foot taller than her and six feet wide and still retain its durability. Past that, it becomes more and more fragile.
-Her hard light beams can come in a variety of speeds, and she can also fire off multiple beams. But, for her to control them (as in follow and opponent), they can only be about as wide as both of her forearms together and it's only one beam that she can control at this point.
-Being in direct light makes her feel better and slightly more vibrant but hasn't shown any noticeable change in her speed or strength or even healing.
| WEAKNESSES: |
-Sound vibrations that can shatter glass can rip through her constructs with no problem unless she concentrates on them. Even then, her mind can slip and cause the constructs to shatter.
-Due to her not being able to fully ride the light waves, she has to rely on her wings she has learned to construct. The wings can be shattered with enough force and she can not regenerate them in the middle of a battle.
-Also, due to her reliance on wings, she has kept a slender frame. She is stronger than she looks, but not by an exorbitant amount. She relies on speed, agility and her ranged-attacks for the most part, as a result her physical can be seen as lacking. She attempts to make up for this by supreme agility and maneuvering.
| APPLICATIONS: |
-Pocket Flashes ranging from sparklers to flash grenade level.
-Hard Light constructs: Walls for defensive purposes. Domes for complete defensive purposes. Beams of slight concussive force. Orbs of light that she is able to control and maneuver around her body.
-Hard Light Wings: A pair of wings she "grows" on her back. After studying aerodynamic designs and memorizing them to the smallest detail, she rests on it as her default construct for the wings. Creating them takes her only 5 seconds now, and she can hold the construct without thinking about it.
-Flight: Using the Hard Light Wings and light waves in the air, she is able to fly at up to 70 miles per hour with surprising agility to show for it.
-Aura: Ericka can envelope her body in an aura of light. This aura serves as a small barrier making her slightly more durable. It's able to repel dirt, water and wind easily. She's unable to use this simultaneously with any attack though. She has been known to reflect light, rendering her invisible to the naked eye.
| HISTORY |
From an early age, Erika was honed and taught to be the best that she could. Second place was a spot reserved for the man who didn't have the gall to push himself the extra mile and third place was for the degenerate not worthy of being mentioned. Her father and his father before him had both been of the military stock, real meat and potatoes type men.
The first child of Colonel and Mrs. Vostrum, Erika was pushed to be all that she could be in her father's eyes, even if she was only a woman. For the naturally intelligent and competitive Erika, that was fine by her, it simply gave her an excuse to test her mettle against any and every person she came across. She became the most alive when competing with others, even her father. Her laughs more vibrant, eyes dancing and even more color in her skin. The essence of a challenge in any form brought joy to her. At 6, everything changed the moment her younger brother came in to the world.
The moment her younger brother, Alan, came along, her father's attention turned from her completely. From spot light to back burner, the switch left Erika hungry for the attention she didn't realize she had learned to crave. Her efforts in being the best now stemmed from overshadowing her brother instead of the pure love of competition. Anything they did, growing up, centered around proving her worth to the father who seemed to have lost all concern for her.
Her efforts were futile and eventually, the thing that gave her the most life began to deaden her inside. Unable to garner attention from her father but unwilling to back down from a challenge or striving to be better, Erika began to go through the motions of all obstacles the met, but with a piece missing from her. And emptiness that shifted in to a coldness. During this time, her abilities started to manifest. By the age of 11, Erika had become accustomed to the presence of her powers, but tried desperately to hide them. She couldn't risk another facet of disappointment in her father's eyes.
Of course, she was soon discovered and from that point on, her father refused to acknowledge that he had given birth to such a catastrophe.
Disowned in every way short of physically removing her from the house, Erika found solace nowhere, until the PRCU reached out to her. Initially, she had resisted, unsure of labeling herself as more of an oddity and drawing more attention to her...affliction. But, the hidden longing to be around others who wouldn't see her as a failure soon overwhelmed her and Erika found herself on the next flight to Canada. Canada seemed to be the only place she could go and be vaguely accepted and the PRCU seemed to house some interest in her. Finally, someone didn't want to throw off her like garbage. Her father never pursued her, which was no shock to her, but it still hurt and for a time, she considered going back and enacting a type of vengeance that she still had yet to decide on.
It's been almost four years since then and Ericka hasn't looked back. Cutting all ties with her family came more easily than she expected it to, though the Academy's counselor has urged her to fully resolve her issues.
The application of her powers and ingenuity made her a SHIFT candidate early on, but her behavior in her early stages almost disqualified her. During her first month she picked a fight with a third year who thought it'd be a good idea to contort a gust of wind to blow her papers from her hands and broke his wrist. When asked to apologize, her only response was "Next time, don't be so weak." At the end of the first semester, she was found by a staff member holding another girl by the throat against the wall. Luckily, that time it was clear to see the other girl had instigated the scuffle, but Erika had finished it rather abruptly. The staff then began to notice that she never acted out of malice only reacted out of retaliation. Unfortunately for her opponents, when Erika retaliated, she made sure the issue would never arise again.
Her exemplary performance in academics and surprising ability to work with a team has kept her in the academy but she's been warned more times than most students about her behavior. She realizes that much of her actions are only masking problems she doesn't want to deal with, but she could care less. In her eyes, she has nothing to reach out for, nothing to apologize for. And most assuredly, nothing to regret or lament. She knows her father and is well aware that in his eyes, she's nothing but a failure that he's washed his hands of.
For a while, she tunnel visioned herself in to becoming a stellar student and team member, redirecting any and all frustrations to missions and A.R.C. But now, she's actually starting to feel like a member of something greater, she's starting to feel connected to not only the school, but her team. Expressing this is difficult, but Erika is making strides at it.
The rain pelted at her face with a vicious intensity as she neared her target. Eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, Ericka squared her shoulders more mid-flight and flexed her fingers, closing in on her target. A ball of fire came at her from the vague darkness intensified by the murky weather. Without pausing, she twisted her body and avoided the flame. Before she had time to adjust her self to a level position, another flame shot at her, closely followed by a third and a fourth. She weaved past the first one, lifting her right wing to tilt her body to the left, feeling the heat as it passed. The final flame seemed inevitably trained on her as she stopped mid-flight and brought her hands up. A wall appeared, meeting the flame head-on and absorbing it.
The wind howled deafeningly in her ears as she dive-bombed, launching orbs at the figure below. He lurched to the side and dodged each volley with ease, smiling at her as she neared. She let out a roar of fury and created a ball in her hand that came up to meet his ball of flame. The two collided, her face looking down on his, teeth gritted and hair matted. She could feel her biceps protesting, but she held out, bringing her other hand up and firing a small flash of light. The light caused him to lose his focus for a moment. She pushed down, connecting her fist with his cheek ant tackled him. Wrapping her arms around his chest, she met the ground and found herself tangled in a mess of limbs before a burst of flame hit her in the chest, launching her back and in to the nearest building.
Ericka stood up amid the debris and wiped the sweaty dirty from her face. Her face betrayed no hint of fatigue, though she felt it thoroughly.
She would kill this man.
