<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/ddf482fa92a666932f06d1db0eb966fb/tumblr_o4rucnKBGI1svwjkpo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Legal Name:</strong>Kara Connors<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Kara Zor-El, Supergirl<br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetrosexual<br/><strong>Residence:</strong>Gotham City (Kara) and Metropolis (Supergirl)<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong><br/><br/>Kara appears a caucasian American of average height at 5'6, with an athletic figure and a pretty face framed by blonde hair. She tends to be exceptionally well groomed, although her fashion tends to run from the extremes of Smallville to Wayne Manor as she acclimates herself to Earth and human fashion trends. When Kara becomes Supergirl, few see anything but the red, white, and blue. And that famous 'S' on her chest.<br/><br/><strong>Persona:</strong><br/><br/>Kara is a loner, though given the right moment or people the charming extrovert that was once Kara Zor-El can still emerge. Though she has made strides, Kara still tends to hold everyone off at arm's length. Supergirl is a product of Kryptonian culture, and by nature an excellent team player, and capable leader. She also exhibits traits as any member of the House of El would, she is thoughtful and inclusive and believes in team oriented problem solving. If there is an aspect of Kara that might surprise her new teammates, it is her maternal nature.<br/><br/><strong>Powers and Skills:</strong><br/><br/>Due to Earth's yellow sun, Supergirl possesses the powers of flight, superhuman strength, x-ray vision, heat vision, cold breath, super-speed, enhanced hearing, and nigh-invulnerability. While Supergirl is immensely strong both in terms of muscle power and ability to take physical punishment, she is not all-powerful. In theory there is a limit to how much solar energy her body can process at any one time, though Kara does not know the exact limit, and isn't exactly keen on finding out what that exact limit is any time soon--as surely there is only one way to find out the exact threshold.<br/><br/>Outside of her Kryptonian physiology, Kara's already impressive Kryptonian science and technical training has been picked up by the man that discovered her: Batman. He has served as both mentor and instructor during her adjustment to Earth and her role as Supergirl. In addition to her personal intellectual skills is the semi-aware A.I. Sanctuary, a Kryptonian virtual construct that manages Kara's vessel and refuge of the same name.<br/><br/><strong>Weaknesses:</strong><br/><br/><em>Girl, Interrupted</em><br/><br/>Kara was literally designed and educated to continue the El family tradition of science. Though she was educated in the vaunted Kryptonian system, her training was cut short when doom came to Krypton, leaving her with in Terran terms would be the completion of primary school. While she can breeze through high school and most college courses, and comes across as many years older than she hysically is, she still has much to learn.<br/><br/><em>Space Invader</em><br/><br/>Kara was not raised on Earth. Smallville is not by choice her home; she attends Gotham State whenever she does attend class. She is Lex Luthor's worst fear imagined: Superman, without the humanity. There are times she loses her patience with humanity, and has to remind herself that she's not in Krypton anymore. It also makes Earth a strange new place for her, though she finds (most) humans (mostly) like Kryptonians in every day interactions. And, hey, chili cheese fries. So she'll stay. But it's weird.<br/><br/><em>Owner of a Lonely Heart</em><br/><br/>Few can imagine the trauma Kara Zor-El has endured in the past few years of life. Outside of Sanctuary, an A.I., Kara has no real friends. To most of Earth she is a symbol; the symbol for House El, the symbol of hope. And on Earth, the symbol for Superman. Beyond that symbol is a mystery with a pretty face. Few know her, even among the world's community of heroes. Despite a brave front that few can match, there is a broken young woman behind that symbol of hope and power. One that mourns for not just a lost home, but everyone and everything she ever knew. Kara is a vastly different person than what she started out as, before doom fell upon Krypton.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/60/f0/7e/60f07e5d458bd5ee60ad2e43596ca266.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/><br/>The transition from girlhood to womanhood was already hard enough for Kara Zor-El before her world literally ended. It started with her parents and her aunt and uncle discussing something when they thought she wasn't around. In a year it became yelling at the dinner table about how they all needed to be ready, how the worst case scenario wasn't just possible--Jor-El's data said it was likely. None of that meant anything to Kara until a year before the end. She was busy with being a child, and teenager, on Krypton.<br/><br/>How incredibly quickly, and incredibly violently, that all came to an abrupt end.<br/><br/>Calmly her parents told her of what the family thought was going on. Few believed them, but Kara was of the House of El--she was used to unbelievers. Their family had made a name on proving all the doubters wrong, be it with an equation or with a computer model or with a prediction of the end of all things. They were scientists, the lot of them, and they excelled on pushing the boundaries of the known universe, of what was known. Living on that sort of edge for that long as a family made you a little thick skinned.<br/><br/>It was decided she would help Jor-El prepare for Kal-El to leave. Never, anywhere, did anyone tell Kara there was a second craft. Bigger, faster, and more advanced; and it was meant for her. The first she even learned of the second craft was a day before the end of the world. At their last meal as a family on Krypton, her father and uncle explained that they hoped to send her too. She could help the infant Kal-El. Her mother cried, her aunt did too. But Kara refused, she just wasn't going to leave her home.<br/><br/>In the end, it was Jor-El that convinced her, just before they were out of time. By the time she was leaving Krypton's atmosphere she witnessed her home world began to break up; the planet crust cracking, the molten layers under it surging violently skyward. The explosion was enough to knock Kara off course. It would take her thirty years to get back on course, her body suspended in animation while her craft's A.I. kept her brain stimulated the best it could. Stay in stasis for too long, and you never really came out of it. Not even after you finally woke up. Keeping the brain stimulated even during stasis was, therefore, critical.<br/><br/>She was somewhat prepared for Earth when she arrived: in that the A.I. had taught her everything an A.I. could teach. She knew what concrete was. She knew what a cow was, and for that matter, what a McDonald's was. It did not prepare her for the human dressed up like a bat saying something about how a Clark had some explaining to do. She didn't know a Clark, she told him. After a pause, the human in the bat suit tried again: Kal-El?<br/><br/>Now, Kara said, they were getting somewhere. Kal-El was no infant. He was a man grown, and more alien to her than familiar. He was of Earth. She would never be. She could never be. But the Batman suggested she stay and evaluate her medical status, as well as get to know the man her little cousin had become. She agreed, and when Kara found herself needing someone to exchange a little taste of Kryptonian tech for Earth currency, she went back to the man instead of Kal-El--who really didn't have a lot of the Earth currencies, anyway.<br/><br/>It began the strange relationship between Batman and Supergirl; mentor and student, human and alien, a brilliant human mind her Science trained mind could pester with a thousand and one questions, and eventually survivor to survivor, shattered soul to shattered soul. While she has grown fond of many heroes in her short time on Earth, Kara holds her cousin, that Batman, and the goddess Diana especially dear. To say she worries about them until they return would be an understatement.<br/><br/>In the meantime, she has attended some classes in Gotham, patrolled as Supergirl in Metropolis (and around the world), but mainly she has traveled and explored. Trying to make this little third rock from a yellow sun more than a simple safe refuge, and make it a home.