<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HVPg5Kp.jpg)</div><strong>Jennifer "Timestop" Whitmore</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dAHDbe-Ihtp5LXYdCWshcEdpxbMowdPXEfeEfGLhbdQ/edit)<br/><br/>Jenn sighed, shaking her head as she leaned against a crate.  "Truth be told, it's not just curiosity that's had me watching the Vanguards."  She crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at the concrete floor for a long moment.  "My name's Jennifer Whitmore.  I was a Navy medic for a good ten years before I mustered out to go to school - on the military's dollar - to get my medical degree.  But... even science wasn't enough.  There were too many times when just that little bit more would have been enough to save someone.  Didn't think anything of it, until I mentioned my thoughts in passing to my grandfather about... six years back."<br/><br/>She reached into a pouch, and pulled out a small amulet, the type that you'd usually keep a pair of pictures in so you could keep them close to your heart or some such emotional drivel.  "He told me that I had a family history of looking for that... little bit extra.  This locket belonged to his mother, and... well... say hello, great-grandmother."  The locket didn't do anything at first, but then pulsed with a faint light as it began to sway back and forth on its own.  "Simply put... I'm a sorceress.  Tasked - whether by some force here on earth, or by my own will - to protect earth, even if it kills me.  And the Vanguards have... been making headlines lately.  I had to be sure if any of you were going to become a threat I might have to deal with some day."