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Post by TheMootking on Thu Aug 13, 2015 2:05 pm


Caroline Garrand:
World: World PRIME

Name: Caroline Garrand

Age: 17 (She missed a whole year of school)

Position: Student (10th year)

Caroline could be described as an outstanding lady. It is difficult to not notice her when she enters a room, especially because of her height. Coming from a family of giants, it is not a surprise that she grew up to be one of the tallest girls in her class. 6’ (182 cm) and more than half is made of her damn long legs. It was one of her pride until she lost use of them, especially when she was dancing as she was loving the stuff. Of course, since the accident, she made no mention of this or of singing, two of her passions before.
But focusing on her legs would be forgetting a lot. They support a nice and thin waist. The tall girl never needed to watch her weight, as it was already difficult for her to feed such a tall body, especially because she had taken the bad habit of eating so little during lunch. Her chest isn’t really modest but it’s not oversized either, at the great pleasure of Caroline. She can easily enhance it with the good choice of clothes and she can try to make it invisible when hiding it under a pullover.
Finally, her face is truly welcoming, as she is used to bearing a gigantic smile all the time. Her lips are naturally red and a bit pulpous, but not too much. She has a small nose, too small for her taste and two big brown eyes, so clear that they sometimes seem grey. The whole face is surrounded by her long dark hair. She had always been fond of letting it grow, but since she didn’t cut it during the whole time she was at the hospital, they are now longer than they have ever been. Their tips actually stop at the far end of her back.

Usually, she wears very simple clothing : jeans – always blue -, a shirt of soft colors and a jacket if necessary. Caroline isn’t either too fond of jewelry and the most than she can wear are earrings.

Since the accident, she has become noticeable for a totally new reason : she is always seen in her wheelchair. It’s a big model, built so that she can use it manually or she can simply push a button to maneuver automatically. For now, it’s only black and steel, but she intends to customize it as soon as possible.

Backstory: “So... how are you feeling today, Caroline ?”

That's a good question, doc. I don't know. How do you feel ? Yeah, probably not the answer he's waiting for. Meh, let's just smile.

“I'm okay, doc. I guess. What's up ?”

He doesn't answer, as usual. I learned not to expect him to answer my dumb questions, he's only there to take care of me after all, not make the conversation. But still, he seems quite young to be a neurosurgeon. I like to hear him talk, even about the accident, he has a nice voice.

“That's good, Caroline. Have your sensations decreased ? Increased ?”

“Still the same, doc. I kinda can feel my thighs, but can't move them.”

He bites his lower lips, like he always does when he's thinking about something. I don't really know what exactly, today. It's been weeks since the last time something changed. My legs are still stuck and I can barely feel them.

“Good. Still some pain ?”

I don't answer this one ; it's hard to do it with a smile, but I still nod softly.

“Okay, I'll prescribe you some painkillers, then.”

If you say so, I won't refuse. Still, they mess with my head sometimes, I don't like that.

“You've recovered everything in your arms and chest, so it's not entirely impossible for you to recover your legs too.”

I nod again, not that I believe him, but what else could I say ? It's been more than a year now. I don't really care anymore.

“Would be nice doc. Can I ask a question ?”

“Sure. Is there a problem ?”

“I just wanted to know... Since I can feel some pressure, some pain and all that. Can I still feel... everything, in that area ?”

It certainly didn't go as easily as I intended, but hey, it's still ok and I'm sure he'll get my question, right ?

“Well, I guess so. What do you mean exactly ?”

Please don't push me to ask it directly.

“Like, pain okay ? Can I feel a shiver ? Some... you know, pleasure ?”

“Hum... I think so, why... ?”

“Can I make love ?”

There. You made me ask it, I hope you're happy. Couldn't you just answer the question nicely, as you do usually ? It's not even a hard question, yes or no, just tell me.

At least, he doesn't blush. He simply takes off his glasses and smile, almost shyly, which is strange because I'm probably ten years younger than him, I should be the one to blush.

“I think you can, yes. Try not to push too much on your legs, though.”

I didn't intend to. Somehow, I'm glad I finally managed to ask that, it's been bothering me for almost a year now and I couldn't ask it when my family was here, nor my friends. I don't know why I took so long to do this, maybe I was afraid of the answer.


We discuss for a few more minutes before finally getting out of his office. He goes first and I roll my wheelchair behind him to meet my family again. My brother is, of course, the first to stand up, a little smile on his lips, my father quickly follows and then... Oh hi mum. Been a while. I can't help but laugh internally at how she came so much these past months, as if nothing has happened, just because of the accident. I'm not going to forget it, mum. Neither forgive. I still smile to all of them, from my chair.

“Hey. You were waiting for me ?”

They don't laugh, or smile more. It's been like this for a year now. I'm just the only one who makes effort for this.

“So, what do you think of your new chair ?” my father ask, softly.

I should thank him, I'm guessing. He's the one who bought it after all, and it's a nice chair. Very comfortable and electric, so I can either use my hand to make it move, or press a simple button. It's pretty big though, bigger than a normal one.

“It's great. Too bad I can't add flames on the wheels, would be so cool, right ? I would look like I'm going full speed.”

Once again, my joke only makes me smile. I hate that, even my brother didn't even make a slight effort to look happy. Stop looking at me like that, you idiots, I'm paralyzed, not dead. Not yet, anyway.

“Would you like to go test it outside ?”

“I don't think it would be a good idea” said the doc, right behind me. “Last time we gave her a chair, she went full speed in the corridor, yelling 'I can't find the brakes on this thing' so...”

“It was fun.”

“It was. But you don't need to do it again.”

I smile and managed to make my brother smile a little more. Good start for today. I still have it, even after a year.

It wasn't the best year for jokes, I have to admit it. For the first few months, I wasn't talking a lot, even to all people that came to visit me while I learned how to not walk. I think I was depressed, or something like this. I kept thinking about my legs and how I was going to need them back. I mean, I lived with them for so long, it was weird to let them go like this. So I was always in my own mind, thinking, without care for the people around me. Only when I saw my brother not smiling for the thousandth time did I understood there was something wrong.

I had always been a joker, a comic, the funny girl. I may not have many friends, but I succeeded in making all of them smile, even if it means being horrible to them from time to time. Making horrible jokes. They loved that, those jokes, about anything and anyone, because that's what humor is right ? I couldn't let go of that because of the accident, so I started making horrible jokes about the best thing there is : myself. Cripples are the best sources of jokes after all. I smiled again, and laughed again, and told jokes about my condition. But I was the only one, not one of my friends or family wanted to laugh with me.

But at least, I try. Someone has to.


Back in my room in the clinic, I fix my eyes on the little computer at the other end of the bed. My family has been gone for an hour or two, something to do in town apparently. They always go together, apparently. It's not really a problem for me, it's been months now, I know how to spend time in this hospital without being bored too much.

Before the old laptop is done booting, I can hear someone knocking at the door.

“It's open !”

I let go of the laptop at its place and turn to see who's coming at this hour of the day. Ludovic. The tall blond is still looking at his feet and I can barely hear his “Hello”.

“Oh, hi, you piece of shit. Nothing better to do today ?”

I smile sarcastically. Ludo has been my best friend since we were kids, I think we started to insult each other for fun when we were in eighth grade or something like this. He was also the driver in the accident, since then he doesn't joke as much as me.

“How are you ?” he asks, shyly.

I shrug.

“Kinda good, I guess. You ? How's Valentine ?”

We talk about the others, my friends, those who came this week, those who couldn't. He only answers to my questions and ask his own, he doesn't even try to joke or smile. I know he feels guilty about the accident, so I try my best not to mention too much of it. It's not his fault. I mean, yeah, he had a few drinks, but so did I.

“Did you see ? I got a new wheelchair ?”

I point my finger at the object in the corner of the room.

“Awesome, right ?”

He nods slightly. Well, that's probably the best I can get out of him for today. I sigh, trying to do it quietly, but he probably heard. Ludo hasn't been the same since this day. I guess I can't blame him for this.

I remember the first time I woke up, he was there, crying on my bed. The only thing I could hear him saying was “Sorry”. We were three in the car, he got a broken ankle, Valentine a broken nose and I got a broken spine. I don't think I was ever angry at him for all this. Firstly, because he's already too angry at himself, and secondly because I was first too focused on myself to be angry at anyone. Now, it's just too old, I don't want to think about this too much.


As soon as my father enters the room, Ludo flies out of the room and I can't say a word to prevent him to go. My parents don't even look at him as he goes and my brother frowns at him. I sigh, loudly this time.

“What took you so long ?”

“We were looking for someone.”

Before I can say anything, a little ball of joy and fun storms into the room. She jumps from the ground to my bed with little to no effort and I can only open my arms for my little cousin's hug.

“Caroline !”

“Hey sweetheart ! Long time no see.”

I can see her mother entering the room behind her, and the concerned look on her face. The same as my parents. For a moment, I wonder why, before I remember how quick was the little girl when jumping. Idiots, I'm not made of glass or sugar. I can still take care of my cousin.

“They said you are going back home soon !”

“I know ! Isn't it awesome ? I'll be there for the start of your school year. Where are you going already ?”

I know it of course, but at her age, it's still fun to ask.

“7th grade !”

“Really ? How, you grew up so fast. Soon, you'll be taller than me !”

I manage to keep myself from adding “It'll be easier now that I'm in a wheelchair.” because I'm not sure how this joke would be received.

“About the school year, Caroline.”

I almost jump – metaphorically – in surprise at the sudden intervention of the surgeon. I didn't see him enter the room.

“Your father told me that you wanted to take a year of high school somewhere in the U.S, right ?”

I nod. It seems so long ago now. It's not usual in France to take a year or study in another country, not at my age anyway. But I want to study English and American literature. So at the time, it seemed only logical to go. I had even found a school willing to try, somewhere in Nevada. Now, it's obvious that I can't go anymore, especially after I lost a whole year in an hospital bed.

“Well, if you're still willing to try something like that. There is a school in Toronto that could be perfect for your needs. It's in Canada.”

I know where Toronto is. I hold my cousin closer to me, frowning this time. My needs ?

“They specialize in disabled student, you could have a room adapted to your needs and they have a 24/7 team of nurses for everyone.”

“Could it be they have sexy nurses ? With the little skirts and everything ?”

Despite the laugh that I share with the doc, I can catch the look of disapproval in my mom's eyes.

Yeah, I don't really care mom. You rejected me almost two years ago.

Strangely enough, a few months back, I wouldn't have been so talkative about my preferences like this. I only told some of my friends and my parents. Biggest mistake of my life. Suddenly I was a stranger to mother, and my father was too much of a coward to say anything about her opinion. Then, the accident, and suddenly they all needed to make believe they were good parents. I can't blame them for that, but still, they could have at least talked about all that.

“Caroline ?”

Oh yeah, they are still waiting for an answer. Why should I know ? Couldn't they ask me that a while earlier so I could think about it ? My eyes go from the doc to my family. They are all expecting me to come back home and rest, maybe take another year off school, just to make sure I'll be ok. I'm pretty sure mum would even accept me staying home a few years just to look like the perfect mother. Of course, I probably won't be able to bring a girlfriend home. Even sharing the house with them sounds horrible, especially now that my brother is away. But still, in Toronto, I won't have any of my friends.

On the other hand, maybe people will like my jokes better in a school for crippled.

“I'll go to Toronto.”

That was the fastest and most not-thought decisions yet. I kinda like the look on my family's faces.


Despite all my effort, I can't help but yawn heavily as we are waiting at the airport. The big brother can't not notice it, but he doesn't comment. Like he should, because that's entirely his fault if we stayed up all night just to play video games. It's surprisingly easy to fall asleep on a wheelchair and it's difficult for me to keep my face straight and not just close my eyes for a second.

“Are you sure about this ?”

Luckily, he's here to make sure that don't happen. I let out a little sigh, but smile immediately. I can't complain, he's my brother and the only one that volunteered to come at the airport with me today. Dad was working and Mum... well, I didn't expect mum to come anyway.

“Yes, Ben, I'm sure. Come on, you know how much I wanted to travel and I can take care of myself.”

I can see the look of disagreement on his face, so I immediately add.

“I mean, apart from the 'I can't move my legs anymore' part I think I did pretty well until now.”

“You know it's not what I meant.” he responds, almost in a whisper.

Okay, not in the mood to joke. If it has been anyone else, I might have kept on the joke, but Ben is the big brother, so I just smile softly.

“Don't worry about me, bro'. I'll be fine. I need this, you know it. I'll become crazy if I stayed at Mum and Dad's for more than a week.”

He nods, even if he already offered me to stay at his appartment for a few months. I don't want to be a burden for him. Plus, a school for crippled is still a good school, it's an opportunity I just can't let go that easily.

“Ms. Garrand ?” calls suddenly a young woman in a steward uniform.

“Yes, it's me.”

I turn immediately my wheelchair toward her and she offers me a nice fake smile before inviting me with her. She'll be the one to show me the place in the plane. My brother and I exchange a quick look before a final awkward goodbye. A few minutes later, I'm on the plane and the fact that I'm a crippled give me access to a nice place next to a window. I can't stop myself from simply looking at it, despite the fact that I took a laptop and a Nintendo with me for the flight. Seems I won't need to use them, for now.

It's funny, until a few months back, I would have considered myself pretty lucky. Born into a good family, an old family even, not rich as hell, but still rich enough to ensure a proper education and a simple life for everyone. My father was a farmer's son, but he decided to start a rental office with a friend, a while back. It was a success and with that, he could have payed for my brother and I education for years without worrying. Because of that, I lived a pretty simple life in France, we even settled in Paris so I could pursue my studies in the best condition. I wanted to try literature and everyone seemed eager to let me try.

Then came the teenage years. Oh boy. I was a pretty nice girl, until I understood completely what exactly was my... “problem”. Then I tried to tell my parents, once I found my first girlfriend. And it went to hell. I believe the words dishonored and disinherited were pronounced, both by my mother. At the time, I was sure this was going to destroy my family. Ben – my dear big brother – started to yell too, and he was almost going to be disinherited too. Luckily for everyone, the accident happened not even a week later and suddenly everyone was behind me. No one would have wanted to seem like a horrible parent.

I think I've been pretty lucky on that one, apart from the leg-part still, because my whole family came to visit, every month for a year. Even my mother. My father promised that I would never have to worry about the money and all that. Bunch of hypocrites. Ben was the only true one. He brought my laptop so I could write, my music so I could sing.

The memories made me sigh. I lied to him for a year, pretending to write something when all I was doing was torturing my keyboard. And why sing when you can't dance ? Of course, he wouldn't have liked seeing that, so I played along, joking and playing. I feel bad for putting the same play with him as the rest of the family, but I have no choice. I'm a lucky girl. I can't be seen looking sad, even if I'm on a wheelchair.

Just because I'll be surrounded by cripples doesn't mean I'll have to stop acting like it.

Powers: /

Personality: Caroline seems almost always joyful and happy when you meet her for the first time. That's because she wants to seem like that to everyone. She feels like she has a duty to look like nothing affects her. Before the accident, she was a very social girl, not that she had too many friends, but she knew how to make one and had no problem keeping them. She loved to dance, to sing, to joke, she knew how to talk about movies, games and stuff, despite not being an hardcore fan of all that. She was always smiling, always partying.

The incident – as she calls it herself sometimes – has changed that, of course, but she doesn't want to acknowledge it. That is actually her main problem, she acts like nothing happened, in front of her doctors, her family, her friends and everyone she happens to meet. Since she had a reputation for making jokes, even bad taste ones, she keeps doing that. And since she has now a handicap, she figured the best way to make people comfortable around her would be to keep making jokes about that. Most of the time, it doesn't work like that, but that's not stopping her from doing it.

Despite that, she's still eager to be the “funny one” when joining a class. She tends to be nice to everyone as long as no one is bothering her. She can be quite insistent when it comes to knowing people actually, and will probably need a few weeks to adapt to her new school. However, she doesn't need much to start disliking someone and she can hold a grudge for very long and not for good reasons. It's easily noticeable when she's like that ; she does a lot more of sarcasm and her tone tends to be cold with the person she targets.

Caroline is also reluctant to speak about herself in detail, even if she can talk about some of the main events of her life with no problem, she'll never really say how it affected her and she'll stay on the surface. She hasn't experienced it yet, but it might become a problem when it'll come to making friends at Tachibana.


Caroline Garrand:

Caroline G. wrote:World: POWERS
Name: Caroline "No alias yet" Garrand
Age: 15
Position: Student at Tyler Jacobson Academy (Sentinel)
Appearance: Caroline could be described as an outstanding lady. It is difficult to not notice her when she enters a room, especially because of her height. Coming from a family of giants, it is not a surprise that she grew up to be one of the tallest girls in her class. 6’ (182 cm) and more than half is made of her damn long legs. It's one of her pride, especially when she dances as she loves that.
But focusing on her legs would be forgetting a lot. They support a nice and thin waist. The tall girl never needed to watch her weight, as it was already difficult for her to feed such a tall body, especially because she had taken the bad habit of eating so little during lunch. Her chest isn’t really modest but it’s not oversized either, at the great pleasure of Caroline. She can easily enhance it with the good choice of clothes and she can try to make it invisible when hiding it under a pullover.
Finally, her face is truly welcoming, as she is used to bearing a gigantic smile all the time. Her lips are naturally red and a bit pulpous, but not too much. She has a small nose, too small for her taste and two big brown eyes, so clear that they sometimes seem grey. The whole face is surrounded by her long dark hair. She had always been fond of letting it grow, but since she didn’t cut it during the whole time she was at the hospital, they are now longer than they have ever been. Their tips actually stop at the far end of her back.

Usually, she wears very simple clothing : jeans – always blue -, a shirt of soft colors and a jacket if necessary. Caroline isn’t either too fond of jewelry and the most than she can wear are earrings.

Backstory: The sky had some very interesting colors today. The city, however, was a grey as it has always been, but the contrast with the red of the clouds was really interesting. The sun was rising and creating a gradation of red from the horizon to the grey sky up there. Caroline decided that it was a show worth wasting a few moments, not like she had anything else to do anyway. She was on the last floor or one of the towers at the Pierre et Marie Curie University. One of the biggest schools in France, and probably the most important internationally. Not a school she could hope entering one day with her grades. She wasn’t an idiot, of course, but she was just too lazy to reach a proper level. It was also one of the biggest research labs on meta in Europe.

She almost jumped in surprise when the door finally opened on a new face. The doctor was old, his head bald if it wasn’t for some bushes of white hair around his ears. It was ugly, he should probably shave that. She could have been afraid, but he had a friendly smile and quickly extended his arms for her to shake.

“Hello, Ms. Garrand, right ? It’s very nice to meet you, I’m Mr. Lorec.”

“Hello” she answered, kind of shy for now.

He sat on the other side and opened a file he had under his arm, consulting a few documents.

“So… are you feeling today, Ms. Garrand ?”

It’s weird how reverent he sounds, like she was some kind of important personality. She’s only 15.

“Hum. You can call me Caroline. And I’m okay, I guess.”

He nodded politely and went back to reading his notes. She tried to see what was written, but his hand made it impossible.

“Your file is very… impressive. Truly. I have never seen anything like this actually and I’ve studied metahumans for a few years now.”

It must be a hard job. Studying something that no one can understand or explain, either it’s the most interesting job in the world, or the most boring. Judging by his smile, it’s the first option, at least to him.

“It is written here that you hasn’t experienced anything before your 15 years, is that correct ?” he asked.

She nodded, joining her fingers on her lap. She was thinking. Should she tell him more ? She had already spent 3 months explaining all that to everyone in here.

“I… yeah, nothing. But… uh…. I grew up very fast when I was 12. Like… it wasn’t in one night or anything but it was impressive. Maybe it has something to do with… uh… the thing.”

He wrote something on his paper and gave her an impressed look.

“It’s a possibility. I’m sure that, if your growth had been anything but normal, your doctors would have noticed, but maybe. Thanks.”

He took a new paper and started reading again, slowly and methodically.

“Nothing special to note during your years at school. Maybe you didn’t feel quite right at high school ?”

“No, it was okay, doctor. I had a few friends before and when I went, I kept a few, made a few other. Nothing special I would say. I joined a music club, but I kept dancing outside the school. I don’t know if it’s…”

“Anything can be important, Ms. Garrand. I’m just checking information. Thank you very much.”

She gulped as he returned to his reading. What could she say about her life ? It had been very, very normal until a few months ago. Her parents had lived in Paris during all her childhood, so she knew the city very well. They weren’t as presents as she would have wished, but her brother had been here for her all the time. He helped her every time she needed help and therefore she never had any bad experience in school, quite the contrary.

“It is said that you started training with some professionals, is that right ?”

“Oh hum… Yeah. Kinda. They said it would be better for me.”

They had insisted, as soon as they could understand her “gift”, she was trained in martial arts. For a complete novice, she was far from being bad. Her agility had been enhanced by years of dancing. Fighting was a lot like dance, actually, only more dangerous. She couldn’t fight a trained soldier, of course, not yet, but combined with her gift, it was pretty impressive.

“That’s good, very good. So… it’s quite unusual to discover your powers at your age. Did something… triggered it ?”


It was four months ago exactly, she remembered very well.


“You sure about that ?” Caroline asked, but she knew the answer already.

“Come on, my parents aren’t here, it’s gonna be great.”

Emily had never been the leading element of their relationship, but this week, she seemed very eager to do it. And to be honest, it was impossible for Caroline to say no to such a smile. They knew each other for years now, they weren’t the best friends in the world, but they had been pretty close. Things changed after Caroline’s 14 birthday, she had… different feelings – a huge crush actually – for her friend. For a year, it had eaten her, she wouldn’t dare talk to her again. Finally, when it became too much, she decided to confess, well… actually, she just talked to her about her… preferences. Emily understood immediately, she had always been too smart for her own good. The best part was of course that she said yes once she forced Caroline to confess entirely.

Since then – and it has only been three weeks – they were spending a lot more times together. Kissing in the dark alleys when nobody was watching, cuddling in the changing room when they were alone. Caroline had already been invited to her house, but it was before. Today, she knew it meant something different.

They talked the whole way, about anything and nothing, it was just chatting, but as soon as they were home. She captured her lips for a kiss. Emily went for it of course, forced to rise on the tip of her toes to wrap her arms around her girlfriend’s neck. They moved like this to her room, glued to each other as the kisses became more and more passionate. Maybe it was too soon, maybe they could have waited a few more weeks, or months, but now it didn’t matter much.

The door opened easily and they entered both at the same time. Caroline shivered as she felt hands under her shirt, she did the same, caressing her girlfriend’s back. She felt so hot, like she had a fever. Both were febrile and hesitant, but their looks crossed and they knew.

Caroline took the initiative, pinning the other girl against the wall and kissing her again. Her lips quickly let go of hers, as her neck was discovered. She went for it, kissing her delicate skin again and again, while her fingers tried to unhook her bra. Her own clothes started to feel loose against her, like she wanted to take them off too.

“Hum… Caroline ?”

She sounded worried. Had she done something bad ? What happened ? She retreated her head, worried too.

“What, did I push you too hard ? Did I hurt you ?”

Emily was frowning, looking down at her.

“No, but… are you lifting me up or something ?”

What ? No. Of course not, what would she … ?

That’s when Caroline noticed.

Why could she even kiss her neck without bending her head absurdly. She was supposed to be a head taller than her friend. Why was she looking at her neck right now ?

She took a step back, panicking. They both looked at her arms, where her shirt seemed to become bigger, but it wasn’t the shirt and they both knew that.

“What the hell ? What is happening ? Why am I .. ?”

It went worse and they started screaming.


This day, she shrunk to half her size. One of most terrifying experience of her life. If Emily hadn’t been so quick to call an ambulance – and to calm her – that could have been much, much worse.

“… Hm. No, nothing special. I was just… you know, chilling at a friend’s house. Chilling and watching Netflix.”

The doctor looked disappointed for a moment, then he simply nodded.

“Alright, well, the metas are still a mystery anyway. You learned to master your gift pretty quick, as it seems.”

Yeah, once she understood the concept, it was pretty easy to control her shrinking. The difficult part had always been to go back at her original size after that. Now, she could be as little as an ant, which defied almost every law of biology about mammals. The best was, at that size, she was incredibly strong and fast. Because of her small weight, she could make the most impressive jump and punch with even more strength than when she was normal. There were problems, notably when there was wind, she was too light.

“But what about your growing ?”

Oh. That was a harder question.

“Well. I’m trying doc, really, but it’s a lot harder. I can go to… 4 meters, maybe 4 and a half.” (13 feet to 14”9’ I think)

Only a week after they explained her gift to her, they started to talk about doing the opposite. But it wasn’t as simple as it sounded. Shrinking was easy and quick, growing was a pain in the ass. Though, many encouraged her in this way, her strength seemed to grow with her size, which could prove very useful if she could grow at immense size.

“It’s ok, Ms. Garrand. I’ve also read that you were quite good with English, right ?”

“Yeah, I was supposed to go in the U.S next year, for half a year anyway.”

“So… I’m probably not the first one to talk to you about the Tyler Jacobson academy ?”

No, he wasn’t. Not at all actually. It’s been two months now that she knew she’ll probably go there soon enough.

“Believe me, if we could keep you here, with us, we would. But clearly, this academy has the most impressive environment when it comes to educating persons in your… situation. Did you talk to your parents about it ?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “They aren’t the most happy, but… they know it’s needed.”

“Alright, do you agree too ?”

“Do I have a choice ?”

Maybe she sounded a little too unsure as she asked that, because he seemed worried.

“Ms. Garrand.” He said, slowly. “The most important thing to all of us is that you understand that it’s the best solution. And I guarantee you, it’s the best. I know you’re doubting and I understand, but… There are schools and project of schools both in France and Europe, but as of now, I strongly believe that it is the best for you to…”

“It’s ok. I’ll go.”

She had already agreed earlier, even if still unsure. Her parents had packed her things, she even said goodbye to everyone she knew, it’s not like she had a lot of choice anyway. Emily promised to keep contact with Skype and everything but they knew it was probably the end of their relationship as of now.

They stared at each other for some time before he finally smiled again.

“I’m glad, Caroline. But before that, my department and I have a gift for you.”

A gift ? The young girl raised her head, curious, as he stood up to open the door and pull inside a coat hanger. Something was hanging on it, a suit. Adapted for the whole body, it was made of a dark-red fabric, with protection on the knees, ankles and shoulders, as well as a belt. From what she saw, it was tight.

“Is that… is that latex ?”

“Not really,” he explained with a proud smile. “It’s a composite that allows you to…”

“I’m gonna look like a fucking dominatrix or something ! I’m only 15 !”

He looked at her, his eyes widening. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to know that kind of word at her age.

“Well… the point of this suit is… it shrink with you and grows with you, no matter the size. That’s why it’s so tight. We added a few protection plates on your chest and shoulders, and we sent instructions if you want to customize it later. You can also wear that under your clothes if you wish, so that you can use your powers at any time without problem.”

She blushed, her reaction had been too quick and stupid, that was an amazing gift, which probably required a lot of work. Caroline bowed slightly her head.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. It is a… very nice gift. Thank you, Sir. And, uh… I like the red too.”

He looked reassured, she had been very stupid to react like that. Slowly, he returned to his site and took a few papers before handing them to her.

“This is all you need to know about the Academy. You’ll probably be assigned to the Sentinels at first, but if you start to develop your abilities to grow… well you might become a Valiant. But anyway, you’ll be an amazing infiltrator, I’m sure.”

He rises on her feet and she did the same, they were both smiling now.

“Thank you, Sir. I’ll do my best.”

Powers: She has the ability to shrink and grow (not that much for now) at will. This clearly tied to her feelings but she’s learning to keep that from happening whenever she’s angry or anything. Even at a puny size, she keep her strength and can use that to surprise an opponent quite easily. For now, she essentially learned to use that as a way to dodge during close combat and will probably use it for infiltration sooner or later.
Her growing powers aren’t as strong and she’s really reluctant to use them, because she’s afraid her strength will remain the same, which would make being bigger completely useless and dangerous for her. Her maximum as of now is 4.5 meters. (14”9’)

Personality: Before anything, Caroline is an extremely social person. Growing up, she never experienced any problem making friend wherever she goes. School, neighborhood, dance club, music club, she made friends in every sphere she encounters. That’s probably from the fact she’s always eager to know someone and is usually very nice and respectful or people she doesn’t know yet. You’ll have to be extremely rude to her if you want her to not even try approaching you. That might be a problem for her in a completely new environment with not a single person she knows already, especially after the discovery of her powers. She’s very curious about the person she can meet at Tyler Jacobson and the different powers, since she wasn’t very informed about the meta world before that.

Also because of that, she had never been the most assiduous person and since she has no special abilities tied to her memory or intelligence, she was simply okay at school. Usually, she ended up rushing through her lessons at the last minute to have at least the grade she needed to pass. Until now, she succeeded every time. Before taking the plane, she promised herself to do better at the Academy, but considering she only had a few months of basic training, she knows she’ll be late compared to other students.

Despite her naturally joyful nature, she’s quite afraid of her sudden change and rely heavily on her brother, the few friends that kept contact, and her parents, to remain “okay”.

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