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O - LIFEGUARD

Cameron, Heather (Secret Identity) FC

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

QUOTE:		"Out of the water, I am nothing."
HEIGHT:		5' 10"
WEIGHT:		130 lbs.
EYE COLOR:		Blue
HAIR COLOR:		Blond
ETHNICITY:		Caucasian
BIRTHDATE:		Jan 11, 1991
AGE:		19
GENDER:		Female
APPEARANCE:		Heather, when not in costume, can be found wearing a bikini underneath almost all of her clothing. Reminding her constantly of what it felt like surfing the waves in Australia before coming to the states. She's got beach blond hair and can always be found wearing cool, comfortable clothing such as a pair of jean shorts, and different colored tank tops.
MODEL:		Emma Roberts
THEME SONG:		"Drive"- Incubus

LEGAL INFO

CITIZENSHIP: Australia, US Student Visa., Minor, No Criminal Record.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Surfer's Paradise, Austrailia
MARITAL STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Student (formerly Lifeguard)
AFFILIATION: Xavier Institute

INSTITUTE INFO

EDUCATION:

GRD 11 - Junior

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

CHARACTER CONCEPT:		Savior of others; Never herself.
ORIENTATION:		Straight
DEMEANOR:		Defender
NATURE:		Explorer
PERSONALITY:		Lifeguard is always willing to lend a helping hand. She has always been fond of giving. Quiet and reserved, she tends to feel people out for the best appropriate action in order to avoid becoming embarrassed. Although she loves to socialize when provoked into a conversation, when in a crowded room she is often an introvert, relying upon her quiet intensity to communicate her unwillingness to engage. Heather is also a dreamer, loving to indulge herself in "What if's". Because she spends so much time focusing on helping others, she often forgets to help herself. This has resulted in a withdrawl, and seeming embarrassment. Hopefully being around a group of young people combating the same emotional problems with likely bring her out of her shell.
GOALS:		To be there to help you in your hour of need. Heather also would like to join a professional surfing team someday. Higher education is not on her list of priorities, but she always keeps her options open.

CHARACTER STATS

CLASSIFICATION:		ALPHA-PRIME - Ap1
POWER SOURCE:		Genetic Mutation
POWER RANK:		REM - 30
SKILL LEVEL:		Minimal training or innate ability
APTITUDE:		Operate current technology: computers, electronics
WEALTH:		Small ineritance or business, upper middle class

SPECIAL ABILITIES

ADVANTAGES:		BALANCE - Lifeguard has a superior level of balance attained through many years surfing on the beaches of Surfer's Paradise. CHARISMATIC/CUTE - You always know when Heather has entered a room. She carries with her a personable trait that cannot be ignored. Both interesting and hospitable, Heather does nothing but brighten your atmosphere. Heather isn't sexy, or attractive per se, but there is an undeniable cute quality to her personality. Whether it's the way she waves goodbye with a "Later, Gator!" or simply is the only person to hand you a valentine on Valentine's Day, there is just no denying Heather's cuteness. CURIOSITY - Like any young people Heather's age, she has an awful knack for getting into trouble with her level of curiosity. Whether it's her naivety that becomes her fatal flaw, or simply ignorance, you can be sure Heather is at the forefront of a forbidden activity. POKER FACE - No one knows what she is thinking or how she is feeling, unless she tells them.
POWERS:		REACTIVE ADAPTION - Heather's mutant power allows her body to react to any threat by transforming or manifesting a power to deal with the situation. She is only able to use this ability in the defense of others. It is as yet unknown if she's able to use this ability for her own protection, as she has no control over her power - it acts as a reflex. When her body senses another life is threatened it will undergo physical changes to tackle the issue in the most direction way possible. The physical adaptations could include things such as growing fins and gills to save a swimmer in danger, or growing super strong legs to support a caving-in cavern. Heather becomes aware of how to use any new power or physical change she manifests after just a few moments. Her body can also manage more than just one new power/physical change at a time. Her power rank opposes the difficulty or power rank of the threat/attack to determine the degree of success. DANGER DETECTION RESPONSE - Lifeguard's power automatically registers danger to human life in her vicinity and automatically gives her the powers necessary to save those lives.
FIGHTING SKILLS:		BIOLOGY - Biology is Heather's favorite subject in school. She finally took an interest in this subject after discovering her mutant ability. Feeling like Biology is a practical science, she continues to brush up on various disciplines, and has taken a personal interest in her studies on genetic mutation. COMBAT STYLE (Underwater) - Heather is quite nimble and comfortable in the water, and therefore could hold her ground quite well in a water-based fight. Although her power has never proven to directly benefit herself, she also potentially reserves the ability to adapt physically to be better fit for an underwater quarrel. Her advanced level of human agility was attained through years of swimming on the beaches of Surfer's Paradise. SURFING - Hanging ten. Surfing has always been a hobby of Lifeguard.
DISADVANTAGES:		DANGER MAGNET - Unfortunately, there are those rare events when her curiosity leads her into trouble. Also being a young female teenager, she's often times the damsel in distress of a situation. FIDGETY - Lifeguard has a hard time sitting still and paying attention for more then a few minutes. It was a helpful trait to have, while up on the lifeguard stand at the beaches of Surfer's Paradise, never focusing on one person in particular but rather allowing her attention to quickly roam from situation to situation searching for trouble amongst the beach-goers. Off the lifeguard stand, however, where she now spends all of her time she finds it hard to focus on one person or conversation in particular unless it's of great motivation. RECURRING NIGHTMARES - Lifeguard often suffers from a horrific, recurring nightmare. On any night she cannot sleep, she suffers from exhaustion the next day which makes her distracted, unable to focus, tired and irritable. This disadvantage is assumed to come from an unflappable fear that she won't succeed in saving someone someday. SHAME - Lifeguard is consumed by a continual sense of shame due to a persistent feeling that she believes there to be something wrong with, her regardless of whether this is true or not. Her first experience as a mutant was pretty traumatic, and because of her inability to provoke her power it's one of the only experiences she has had. UNCONTROLLABLE POWER - Lifeguard has no control over her power. Her power will only become evident if someone is in danger. Her body transforms, selecting a physical manifestation to handle it. When the danger is over, her body returns to normal.

EQUIPMENT

UNIFORM:		Standard black X-Men uniform with gold trim.
EQUIPMENT:		Smartphone
TRANSPORTATION:		Wheeled razor scooter. Long board.

CONTACTS

CONTACTS:

Xavier Institute

RELATIVES:

Cameron, Viceroy - Father

Cameron, Davis - Brother

HISTORY

Born in Surfer’s Paradise, Australia, Heather had been on a surf board ever since she could remember. At a very early age her life was heavily influenced by water, as her home had a close proximity to the shore. She had a fairly average life as she could remember, excelling in science during her years of schooling. Constantly arguing and keeping her brother company, she grew up in a healthy home. Heather had always had maturity beyond her years, and her parents never had to force her into much. She was always responsible with her school work, extracurricular obligations, and even her first job. For years Heather had anticipated being a lifeguard at the shore right outside her window. She had thought that it would be her alone to protect those waters, and those that came to enjoy them.

Surfing had given Heather an amazing advantage to getting a job as a local lifeguard. Not only was she a strong swimmer, but she was friendly with the locals, and could offer the tourists some choice tips on how to get the most from their waves. Weekends were speckled with brightly colored umbrellas, and full picnic baskets along the coast. At the age of 16, she finally landed her first job as a lifeguard on the shore.

It wasn’t until later that year that Heather’s powers manifested themselves in a traumatic experience that will continually haunt her for the rest of her life.

Surfer's Paradise had never seen such a beautiful day.

While laying in bed that morning, Heather thought about what the day would have to offer her. She could only hope it would be uneventful. Uneventful on a normal day, was too banal for any average person... But uneventful in the life of a lifeguard...

Stretching out she tossed off the covers and wet her mouth for the first time, tasting the salty spray. At the shoreline she could hear children running and screaming in playful banter. But the sound most dominating her brain that morning, was that of the sea, the driving force that had claimed hundreds of lives on that coastline. She thought for a moment about how something that brings so many such calm, could also bring so much feverish unrest.

An hour later she emerged from the house, clad in her sun drenched red one-piece swimsuit. Heather stood for a moment on the porch, shielding her eyes from the sun and looking out onto the horizon where the aqua blue of the ocean met the pastel blue of the sky. She breathed in hope at that moment, for one of those all too common uneventful days.

Making her way down the sand dunes to her lifeguard stand, she stopped a few times to greet the happy beach goers. Touching the warm, worn wood of the stand she began her climb, feeling grains of sand being thrown with reckless abandon at her naked legs. Finally reaching the top, she walked into the humid shack upon it taking out a wind whipped faded yellow flag, and erecting it on a well-seen pole. Hardly ever did she reach for the still starched electric green flag, and for too many reasons to count. Feeling the sun begin to warm her skin, she settled down outside with her binoculars and megaphone.

It wasn't until hours later that she had heard something unlike the previous sounds of screaming children splashing one another... This sound was different. Gazing out onto the bleached white sand, she was knocked out of her trance. There, screaming at the limitless spans of the ocean, a mother was beside herself. Almost immediately alerted to the situation, Heather looked from the mother out into the angry waves, and saw a pale body being swallowed by the sea. Thinking very little after that moment, Heather swung herself underneath the railing, falling 10 feet onto the sand below. Without time to even imagine how badly that hurt, she took off down towards the water; not in a slow motion, hair tossing way, but in a way as if a life was depending upon it. Running as a red blur past the crowd beginning to form, she barreled into the water, realizing at that moment she had no flotation device to attempt this rescue. Having no time to pull back now, she swam ahead. Swimming below the surface it was silent, only the muffled sounds of crashing waters... But bringing her head up to breathe, she was continuously reminded of what she was doing, risking her life to save this child. Slowly her breathing got to be less necessary, and she seemed to be swimming faster than ever. Approaching the child, she finally saw him slip below the surface, taken victim by an awful rip current. Diving down Heather swam for her life, looking desperately in the murky salt water for any brightly colored swimming trunks. Her eyesight seemed to adjust, making things slightly more clear, and within two minutes she discovered the lifelessly beaten body, and swam it back into to shore. She didn't appear from under the water until perhaps three minutes later, when she came crashing up onto the beach with the surf, and the boy in one arm. Consumed by adrenaline all she could hear was ringing within her ears, but it seemed that everyone had grown quiet. Thinking this had been a result of everyone's relief, she laid the boy down onto the sand and began CPR. Shocked as to her stamina throughout this whole ordeal, she did not find herself growing tired while administering resuscitation. Moments later the boy coughed, and Heather turned him to her side, letting the water he ingested free flow from his drowning lungs. Smiling, she felt water well in her eyes, and finally glanced up to see any faces of gratitude. Instead, she saw people staring in what seemed to be horror. Confused she searched among the people, to try to find out where all the commotion was stemming from. In moving, to try to stand, her hand brushed across her lower half, feeling sand stick to a smoothly covered slime. Thinking she had perhaps picked up a jellyfish on her journey back to shore, she looked down.

Below her, from her belly button down were emerald colored scales, flowing down her unified legs, to a translucent, fleshy fish tale. She gasped in fright moving the fish tail to briefly examine it, and once more looking back to the crowd of people, some of which were fleeing. Reaching out for help, with the most shocked expression across her face, more people turned and ran and even the child that was coming to was trying to evade her. Confused, embarrassed and terrified, she looked back at the expanse of the ocean and maneuvered her body back into the rough tidal surf. Her tail took to the water quickly, and she efficiently swam out of view as the spectators were just now trying to capture evidence of what had just happened. Sinking below the surface, and not finding herself desperate for breath, she swam down into a dark rock quarry. Heather's heart had about burst through her chest...

As her body calmed itself she began to feel pressed to breathe, and swam for the surface recklessly. Breaching, she threw her hair back and gasped for breath, wondering how on Earth she had stayed down so long. Then, she started hyperventilating. Reaching below the surging tide she felt her legs, surprised to find them strikingly human once more. Had she dreamed the whole experience? How could life have faked the terror she felt? How had her adrenaline affected her? She swam to the shore, cautiously looking around in the twilight for anyone lingering for an opportunity to snap a quick photo of the sea-freak, and when she had seen the coast was clear, she stepped out of the water. Wringing out her hair, she made her way back home. Feverish in thought she began some research, discovering something that truly terrified her: She was a mutant.

Unbeknown to Heather, her biological father, Miles Warbeck, A.K.A. Viceroy, was heavily into the crime circuit. After his death, Heather and her brother could possibly become prime targets for leverage. Although no deadbeats on the warpath have surfaced yet, once they do the siblings will be left completely unprotected. Feeling a need to be among others of her kind, she set forth to do a little digging.

Throughout her research she had continually come across the name Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, not realizing what in fact that was. Hours later she had come to the conclusion that it was a safe haven for people like herself, and either way, she needed answers. That night she packed up all of her belongings, and silently exited her house. In the early hours of the morning, her mother and father had assumed, perhaps, that she had gone surfing and disregarded her absence. Using some money she had responsibly saved for a car, Heather was on an airplane to New York that afternoon, and soon she was pulling up out front of the school in a taxi cab. Making her way through the gates of the school, she sat on a nearby bench to watch some of the students pass. From behind her, she felt a soft wind… And then heard a strong voice.

After a long conversation with Storm about what had happened, Heather was able to ask all of the questions she felt like she desperately needed to have answered. Storm explained that this may be the most secure place for her to be, even though Heather was apprehensive about starting over. Storm later convinced Heather’s parents that she is engaging in a study immersion program here in the states, a last minute opportunity she just couldn’t pass up. Lifeguard has been with the Xavier Institute for a little over six months now, and although she is having issues building new relationships and friendships, she’s excelling in the sciences and has a very impressive GPA.