abilities :
skills :
flaws :
fears :
sonic scream · sound immunity
peak human condition · vocal control · hand-to-hand combat · enhanced hearing · music ability · driving skills
physical fragility · lack of training · alcohol dependency · unemotional
death · flying
Devyn just so happens to be lucky enough to inherit her mother's meta-gene, which gives her the ability to produce high-frequency shockwaves through her voice, which she has absolute control over. Whether it be singing or screaming, even a whisper is enough to knock a fully-grown man over if she puts enough energy into it. She lacks training, however; whatever power her voice affords her is eclipsed by her lack of physical ability. She knows enough hand-to-hand combat to keep herself safe on the streets, but is not strong enough to be considered exceptional by any means.
jaded
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guarded
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calm
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resilient
Devyn never knew her father. Some
guy, just special enough to keep Dinah Lance occupied for a year and a half before moving on with his life. She wised up quick, and let him go, even as she knew that she was pregnant. So it was always just Dinah and Devyn, the spitting image of each other.
Dinah herself was still just a girl, really, fairly young to be a single mother in her little apartment. Sure, she had that whole Birds of Prey thing going for her, but it wasn't exactly the babysitters' club. Devyn spent little time around her mother's vigilante buddies, and when she died trying to test her luck against impossible odds, when Devyn was barely a teenager, she didn't even want to
speak to any of those women. Fat lot of good they'd done her mother. Devyn went to live with a distant cousin, moving across the country to Washington, and tried to put everything behind her.
She'd inherited more than her mother's meta-gene, though. There was no ignoring Gotham City; the place ran in its citizens' blood. Devyn grew up just fine, keeping to herself, unable to find peace in anything she did. She'd go to school, get into fights, spend as much time in detention as she did in class. She'd find a part-time job answering phones or scooping ice cream, and three months later she'd quit for no reason other than a vague, itchy feeling that she didn't belong. By the time she graduated high school, her résumé was almost as long as her arm. And still the itchy feeling would not subside. Nothing brought her satisfaction anymore. Not late night drives with her girlfriends to a party in the next town. Not making out with whatever boy had caught her eye. Devyn drifted through another year knowing that she was on the verge of losing her mind forever to the boredom of her life, and when she couldn't stand it anymore she packed up everything she had and drove all the way back to Gotham City.
There, Devyn had nothing. She found herself, like her mother before, living in a tiny apartment and singing at a club to make rent. Maybe get paid extra to go back with a guy. It was a sad, back-end little sort of life... but she was happy. Nobody knew her name, and she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. And once she'd had a run in with the wrong sort of guy and sent him flying with a scream, she was free to explore the extent of her powers until she had mustered absolute control over them. She always used them for her own gain, though. She was no hero. Devyn Lance looked out for nobody but herself.
Even keeping her head down, she couldn't ignore the rumours forever. Supers disappearing, and their successors being summoned to that fancy hero school... All sorts of stories are traded in the streets, and Devyn heard enough to begin fearing for herself. She wasn't anybody important, but she had powers that some people knew about. Maybe the wrong people. Afraid that she might be caught off guard and alone, she decided to head for the school, for the first time in her life ready to ask for help.