Well I posted this on the Virtue board to share with my fellow RPers on my server, but afte conjoling from a friend... Who I won't embarass by naming depspite my great temptation 
I have been convinced to post the story here as well.
WARNING: This story contains concepts about new age religion, [censored] relationships, and racism, and their effects on the lead character. Do not read this if you think you may be offended. You have been cautioned.
Why I am a Hero
Its different here. It always had been. I got used to the cleaner feeling, the grassy hills, the lush forests, I even liked the rain and the cloudy sky. Ive always liked the cloudy days. Cloudy days and clear nights. Ive never been one for sun shine, I suppose thats probably because of my mutation. My powers draw their strength from the moons light after all. I find it rather strange, I control light, I would think solar energy would be a fuel source, but no
I miss the UK. A lot more than I sometimes let on. I avoid the subject of politics around the other members of the Wardens
I dont even want to know what some of them would think if they knew my stance on many world views. I think sometimes a few of them feel odd enough having a Wiccan practitioner as a leader, add preferring the same sex to that and Im not exactly the average persons concept of a super hero
I put on a brave face people. I act proper and respectable. I fight avidly to ensure the thugs I arrest see a fair trial in the judicial system. Its all an act. All because Im too stubborn to admit to my own weaknesses.
Everyone says heroes are the most respected beings on earth
They see us swoop down on the gangs loitering outside the electronics shops and eyeing the BMWs outside of business officers. They dont see the other things
They dont see us defeated. They dont see us captured. In the eyes of the common man were as good as gods
Well, to most people at least.
I can still hear that voice so clearly. She was in trouble. Cornered by skulls in an alley of Kings Row, their leader had that lecherous grin on his face, it wasnt hard to figure out what they were planning.
I did what any hero would do. I stepped in. They were push overs, low level thugs who were used to the newer heroes who were still learning all the ropes. I turned to ask if she was all right.
Get away from me you mutant freak!
That was my thanks. They say mutants are accepted
So tell me what about those billboards hmm? They could be anyone Earth For Humans. Were not accepted not really. The governments try and cover up it all but the occasional story slips out to the media, usually thanks to a mutant hero like me. College students who have mutant powers attacked by other students
Extremist groups murdering mutants for being unnatural.
Im about as non-conformist as it gets, I could probably make a white skinned Goth turn green with envy.
Im a mutant, a lesbian and a witch, and I pay the price
So why do I do it? Everyday I get up, I don that mask, and I go out and do what I can. Im going to be a mother two
As if it wasnt weird enough. My girlfriend got impregnated by skin to skin contact. No fluid exchange necessary, that one little kiss before bed and then a bombshell like that. I still dont know what to do about it either
Shes an alien, Im a mutant
What will the child be like? Goddess only knows
What if its purple and has three eyes and glowing rainbow colored hair? Okay maybe thats a little extreme but still
And were heroes. How will we ever find the time to raise a child? Divine may well end up having to retire at this rate
Or I might
No. She wouldnt let me. Im far more into the whole hero thing as she put it. She does it because she despises the Rikti for making her an orphan, and so she can spend time with me.
Why do I do it
?
Because its all I know
I couldve been a model
It was going so well
And then that night.
Mother talk some sense into dad! The snows horrendously thick and the streets are so icy. Its not safe!
She told me to relax, reminded my daddy was an excellent driver. I looked to my brother for help but no, he was busy watching some forensics program. Always wanted to be a detective. I found it fascinating but I knew I couldnt stomach it as a permanent career
Modeling was for me. It would pay well, Id get to visit exotic locations, sure it would be a lot of work but it sounded like fun as well.
Then it all shattered in that single sentence.
Theres been an accident
It was how I learned of my mutant powers
The emotion was so strong, so much grief in one second. The first time I ever used my ability to harness light energy. I had no idea I could do it, it happened before I even realized what was going on. It was like a flash bang
The next thing I knew the police were unconscious on the porch
We were sent to Paragon City. To become part of the G.I.F.T so we could learn to use our powers
The two police men were left blind for life. I nearly killed myself... To know Id done something so terrible to people who I looked up to, people who protected the innocent.
For all my grief, Jared stayed solid as a rock. He always was. He didnt let out emotion, he crushed it under force of will and determination. If he had stayed, if hed become a hero... Hed probably have transferred to MAGI. I practice magick, but Im nothing compared to him, he had the gift
He could do amazing things
I remember once he fell and twisted his ankle. He didnt cry he didnt shout or scream. I helped him up. He simply asked me to take him to the couch. I did it. He lay there and placed his hands on his ankle, he whispered the words
Out of the Marrow,
Into the Bone,
Out of the Bone,
Into the Blood,
Out of the Blood,
Into the Flesh,
Out of the Flesh,
Into the Hair,
Out of the Hair and into the Green Forest,
Out of the Green Forest and into the Dry Sand,
As surely as Goddess made woman and man.
Mother and Father insisted we go to the hospital. On the ride there he told them they were wasting money. He was right. They went. The doctor examined it, said he should stay off it for a few days and keep it on ice.
Jared didnt listen. The next afternoon he was out horse back riding with me like nothing had happened. My parents took him to the Doctor again, just to make sure everything was all right. The doctor said it was the most amazing thing hed ever seen. I still remember the smile on Jareds face, it wasnt arrogant, not really but it quite clearly said I told you so.
I do wish hed stayed. But no, he left after only a few months. He sends me letters. Every two weeks. G.I.F.T kept his records confidential, no one knew who he was. It was easy for him to just slip into the routine of a normal life despite his own powers. The way I can control light, he can control shadow, but I dont know how often he uses his gift. Hes the lead signer in a Celtic band now. Ive got all 8 of the CDs theyve come out with so far.
One of the songs is about an Angel who doesnt realize what she is, who thinks shes just another human
I knew it was about me. It was the nick name he gave me. The Angel. I was the honor student, I was the neighborhoods babysitter, I was the one who always did the right thing
But I didnt become a success. Here he is the leader of a band, and what am I? Im a costumed heroine.
So here I am
Sitting out at the balcony of my loft and pondering my life. The moon is full tonight, I can feel the energy coursing through my body, and I can remember the one time I was completely cut free of it.
I was still young, I was green, a rookie, one of those heroes blessed with the stronger powers, the kind that go to your head. The kind that make you feel more powerful than you really are.
It was easy for the fifth column to ensnare me. They locked me away in a 6x4 room made of concrete and steal, no light source, no way to replenish and no light to harness.
Within 24 hours I was at half strength, after two days I couldnt even feel my powers. They had starved me as well, I was weak, and unprepared. They did things to me then. Things Ive done my best to forget about since then. Afterwards they left me, not just alone, but literally left me. They abandoned the base, took all the essential equipment and left me locked in that cell, in the dark, with no hope of escape.
She saved me. My partner in crime fighting became my savior, it was on that day that I realized just how much I cared for her, that I loved her beyond the bounds of friendship. Weve been together since, and yet that memory still haunts me
Im claustrophobic because of it, locked in that tiny room, no where to go. I cant stand small spaces anymore, when I have to venture into the tight corridors of abandoned buildings or the dank recesses of caves my heart begins to pound and fear grips every fiber of my being
But I never let it show. I never give in, because I also learned from that experience. I learned not to fear the dark. I learned not to flee from evil.
The things they did to me were an effort to break my spirit
It only made it stronger.
Im lucky in many ways
I dont have a secret identity, anyone who can access the higher security levels of the Department of Heroes can find out that Leslie Harrison is the hero registered under the alias of Lady Lumos, but thats the only way
With my powers active my skin turns pale blue, my hair turns silver white, my eyes glow and my body shimmers, thats what Father Xander down in the Gish say the kids he tends to at his Parish while their parents are working all call me the Angel Lady
Just like Jared
Leslie though, what is she? A pretty face that no one actually knows the name of. Even if no one makes the connection that the white haired blue skinned mutant freak and the brunette model are one in the same the agencies still love the idea of having a super heroine modeling for them.
I always remind them that Lumos doesnt endorse whatever product theyre selling. I dont do many shoots anyway. My agent knows that being a hero is my primary profession
I suppose it always will be
I look back through the glass of the balcony in at my love as she sleeps in our bed. She looks so content. Her alien body shows no sign of the pregnancy, but theirs a child in there that will be with us in a few months
Ill probably have to do more shoots than I use to
I dont like using the inheritance unless I have too, its back up money. Jasmine and I usually get along just fine on what I make from those shoots.
Still
Why do I do it all? Why do I struggle between two entirely different life styles? Two entirely different careers?
Well maybe theyre not so different. Not when you think about it. Both careers always cause people who see you on the street to ask for autographs, snap shots. Thats how I balance them
I realize that now. Because they really arent so different, just different ways of attracting publicity, both good and bad, from the media. Waves from the public, and boos from the nay-sayers.
Theyre both vicious careers which can put you in danger, heroics physically, and modeling mentally
Physically to if you wind up with some crazed stalker, but thats not exactly a concern for me, not with what I can do, what Im capable of.
Ever hero wonders how they will die
Will they retire? Fade away and pass peacefully with old age as a cause? Will they collapse under a hail of bullets from vicious opponents? Will they give their life for the life of another? A child on a busy street? A train out of control? A car thats brakes have failed?
I dont know how Ill die
But I realize now that I would be willing to
Not for the fame. Not for the glory. Not even to prove those haters that Im a good person. No
Id do it for her
For the woman I love, and for the little one we have on the way.
Its for them that I do this. For the people who live normal lives. For the everyday citizens that dont know how tough it really is. For the people who are able to walk home at night feeling just a little safer because some ones there to watch over them
They are why I don a mask. They are why I take to the skies. They are why Im willing to put myself in harms way. Because at the end of the day, I can come home knowing that Ive kept them safe, that Ive stopped one more thug, one more rapist, one more murderer.
I dont do this because I was given a gift. Not because I feel compelled to. I dont do it for revenge. I do it because it gives me joy. It puts me at peace. It helps me sleep at night. Because I know that one more person will make it home safely. That one more child will get to see their father or mother again. That one more police officer wont fall in the line of duty.
For that purpose, to that end
That is why I am a hero.
