<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/682703493682081792/2MWpsaIy_400x400.jpg)</div>Hero Name : Spitfire                                                              Playbook: The Bull<br/><br/>Real Name: Eileen Tanner<br/><br/>Look : The streets are not a kind place to someone's wardrobe.  Eileen typically goes days without a change of clothing.  She favors rugged denim jeans and combat boots that she likely stole from a charity group.  Most of her t-shirts are similarly threadbare and with the logo faded into obscurity.  The only bit of clothing she seems to have an attachment toward is a brown, leather bomber jacket that she even goes so far as to perform maintenance on if damaged.  There is also an oddly shaped sword she carries with her though she rarely draws the weapon.  Eileen takes even less care of herself than her clothing with a mop of black, near purple hair that she looks as if she cuts with the sword she carries.  Hands are calloused and her skin is typically dirty with a bath only occasionally taken at a shelter.<br/><br/>Abilities : Fighting makes her come alive.  The pain of fists against her body, the rush of smashing her fist into someone else's body and the rush of standing triumphant over another person are what she dreams of every night.  Raised inside a secret program for child soldiers she has taught to fight since before she could walk.  Genetically engineered with both human and alien DNA she possesses a strength and toughness few can match.  Conditioned physically by the finest minds in fitness she is holds an inhuman stamina coupled with amazing speed.  She was made to be the perfect weapon and she lives up to that bill.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Labels :<br/><br/>Danger  +3<br/>Freak  +2<br/>Savior  -1<br/>Superior +1<br/>Mundane -1<br/><br/><br/>Backstory :<br/><br/><strong>Who changed you?</strong><br/><br/>Some government assholes.  I don't remember much about the start.  Think I was born there or maybe just taken there as a baby.  People in labcoats are what I remember first and then the guys in fatigues with their sticks that hurt like all hell.  Heh, I do remember when the sticks stopped hurting too.  Pieces of shit weren't ready for that one but then they just started using the sticks that glowed.  Those hurt all over again.  Sort of went like that for my life.  Just kept getting better, kept surviving and pushing.  There were other kids but they kept disappearing.  Some got real sick with blood dripping from their eyes, some went crazy and attacked everybody and some just disappeared.  Bunk was made and tidy the next morning when I got up.  Weird huh?<br/><br/><strong>How did you escape from them?</strong><br/><br/>These guys in all high-tech gear showed up at the facility one day.  By show up I mean they blew a hole in the ceiling, came down on fast ropes and started shooting.  I charged through the place but one of them grabbed me.  Strong bastard but I could've taken him.  Except he said that he was a friend of my mother.  Showed me this picture and until then I just thought I was a test tube baby.  The woman looked like me though.  She was in a hospital holding a baby that he said was me.  No I'm not crying and if you say something like that again you'll be eating jello for the rest of your life.  So anyway I let them take me out of that place.  Seems they were some sort of liberation group or something, I don't know.  Government conspiracy nuts with guns and good hunches.  Never meet my mom, guess she was busy with other stuff.  Still they gave me this cool jacket that they said belonged to her and this sword that she wanted me to have.  Most girls get dolls, but my mom gives me a sword.  Cool huh?<br/><br/><strong>Who, outside the team, tries to take care of you now?</strong><br/><br/>After the whole escape thing they dropped me off at this orphanage run by some nuns.  Never got the name of the order but I learned stuff there.  Reading, writing, some math and science.  They still let me crash there and take a shower.  Always got food there too and I like playing with the younger kids.  Somebody has to ya know?  Take care of those kids cause they got nobody else.<br/><br/><strong>Why do you try to be a hero?</strong><br/><br/>Somebody gotta right?  Don't think I'm good enough cause I ain't wearing tights and a cape?  People always thinking like that.  Everybody wants to cute blonde in the tight outfit to save the day and take their pictures with so they can go home safe and happy.  Nah, I'll show them that the people on the bottom can rise up and do this thing.<br/><br/><strong>Why do you care about your team?</strong><br/><br/>Why does anyone care about their team?  They're my team.  They fight, I fight, we all fight.  Not gonna be the sucker in the corner letting them take the punches for me.  What kind of interview question is that?  Stupid ass.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://pm1.narvii.com/6139/e195c7202d48732f18cc278117c6ec1088269e09_hq.jpg)</div>Bull Moves:<br/><br/>Punch Everyone<br/>Physics? What Physics?<br/><br/>The Bull's Heart:<br/><br/>Defender