Lane Carter didn’t think much of Supers. Heroes were chumps; villains were creeps. So what’s a girl to do when an alien death-ray backfires, granting her super-speed and super-strength? She managed to keep the strength a secret for a while, but after the incident with the baby and the tiger cage, her speed gained her fifteen minutes of unwelcome fame.
Okay, so she got a nice writeup in the papers, and a big thank-you from the parents, but she also had to register with the feds, listen to boring speeches about Responsibility, deal with the suck-ups who insisted they’d always been her Best Friends, and learn to cope with the Internet. The bloggers were only a brief annoyance, and the way-too-personal edits to her Superpedia page were quickly reverted by the editors, but the basement-dwelling mouth-breather who called her “Fast Lane” and wrote hardcore lesbian “team-up” stories was too much. She thought his scooter looked much nicer as an ashtray.
Once they found out about her strength, the recruiters showed up:
The worst part was that she liked her new powers. She could explore the City any time of the day or night, zipping past terrorists, gangsters, aliens, and creepy middle-aged men without being noticed, and if someone did try to mess with her, well, a girl who can toss an SUV like a softball only gets hassled once.
If only there were some legal, rational way to use them to make a decent living…
[The name came first, obviously. Making it functional was easy: pump strength as high as possible, and take superspeed as the travel power. This makes the character less viable for long-term play, with strength-based melee powers suffering compared to ranged, and superspeed being one of the slowest ways to get around. Fortunately, her powers don’t need to be optimized for combat; with just the first Crisis missions completed, she has enough strength to pick up a car quickly, and once she can lift a panel truck, I’m done.
For the costume, I started with a design the randomizer threw at me a few weeks ago, that had an interesting, not-quite-human face. I tweaked it further to make everything a bit off (uncanny!), adjusted the body for a mundane look, and assembled an outfit that was plausible for a freelance valet parking service.]
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