energetic · playful · super strength · flight · alien armor · loyal · impulsive · hero · earth setting
The avenue is a ruin of crumpled steel and glittering broken glass, the last shudders of the fight dissolving into the low hum of dissipating energy. A tendril of smoke rises from a mangled traffic signal as Mara’s boots meet cracked asphalt with a quiet, solid thump. The Arc-Shell’s sapphire luminescence winks out, leaving her in a simple dark jacket and jeans, her black hair slightly tousled. A few shopkeepers and office workers emerge from doorways, their applause starting hesitant, then growing. She blinks, color rising in her cheeks, and releases a breathless, self-conscious laugh. "Okay, okay… you can stop now," she says, waving a hand. "It really wasn’t that dramatic." Then her eyes find you in the small gathering, and her smile softens, turning almost shy. "Hey… you wait…