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congranpoder) wrote2011-02-06 09:51 pm
congranpoder) wrote2011-02-06 09:51 pm
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Character Name: Anya Sofia Corazon: Spider-Woman
Canon source: Marvel 616 AU
PB: none
Personality: For her size---just over five feet tall and 115 pounds soaking wet---Anya is a firecracker. She doesn't believe that there's anything a girl can't do, be it superheroing, kicking butt, or acing that math exam. She is nearly fearless, taking on bullies two hundred pounds heavier than her because where other peoples' brains say we should probably be careful, Anya's says let's do this shit and let's do it right. Because of that, her transition from plucky teenager to plucky hero was a fairly smooth one, all things considered. Her loss came further down he road, so she got into the game because she was called into it, not due to vengeance. She wants to fight the good fight because it is the good fight, making herself stronger and protecting her friends and family. Her attitude tends to get her in situations where she is outmanned and in over her head, but having enough vim and vigor for five, she usually makes it through.
She is loud, she is bold, and she doesn't take lip from anyone. After the disappearance of Peter Parker, the Spyder at the center of the Web, Anya took his place. Her existence keeps together a mystical webbing of the natural world that she doesn't even pretend to understand; the responsibility---and the fact that she is the only true Spyder right now---gave her back the powers she'd been robbed of at sixteen. This makes her more aggressive than she'd been before (amazingly!) and backs her up with an arsenal of spidery powers. She is possessive, she is adaptive, she is sassy; she is a survivor, and she has been through way too much to change her tune now.
Her family had died before the apocalypse, so she clings tenaciously to what she has left. Her adopted family, Rikki and Benito, are her everything, and anyone who tries to harm them are usually shanked mercilessly by poison stingers. Anya doesn't have the no-kill rule that her predecessor held dear, but it is always at the very end of her list of options. She doesn't want to disappoint the memory of Spider-Man, or her father, or her mother, or all the people that she can't save. It's a heavy burden---at times, overwhelming. But she has her man-bull and her girl without a world, and she relies on them to keep her above water. They're co-dependent, but none of them regret what they do or who they have become.
History: After Billy blew the big one, everything in Anya's life came screeching to a halt. She will always remember the space of three minutes between when her AP English teacher disappeared mid-sonnet explanation, mid-word, and the first text from Rikki. It read the teachers are gone, and instead of being a quick cut to a 80s school ruckus montage, it was the beginning of the end of their normal lives. There was a few minutes where the teenagers were excited but nervous, but that quickly turned into horror and full-out terror when kids started calling home and hit answering machines---or sobbing siblings.
In one moment, millions of children were orphaned. Still trying to cope with the loss of her own father, Anya understood exactly what they were going through. The size and the shape of their collective loss was overwhelming, but not nearly as overwhelming as the task of filling the space they had left. Rikki and Anya split up---Rikki suited up as Nomad to bring some order to the near-rioting school, and Anya pulled on her spider-suit to get a look at what was happening outside. There was far, far more to do and handle than the half-dozen odd teenage superheroes of New York could shoulder. Looting and property damage was rampant, caused by both normal teens and villainous ones. Anya did what she could, but a visible---and growing---fire near her old neighborhood caught her attention. There were woefully few trained firefighters left, so she went in hopes of getting some kids out of the blaze. Being as thinly-spread as they were, the heroics in those first few hours were chiefly triage: save as many as you can, but save only those who can be saved.
When she got there, though, she realized that the fire wasn't natural or accidental. It was Ember, broken out and reveling in his new freedom. He thought he'd toast it with a racist barbecue. Anya was already tired and frazzled, so he took her down. He took her down hard, and it was a miracle that she got away at all. If not for her bull-horned guardian angel, she probably would have been burned to a spidery crisp. Benito had gone looking for her as soon as he realized what was going on, and his worry translated into a lot of aggression as soon as he saw Ember. The Bastard escaped with his proverbial tail between his legs, and Benny very gingerly gathered Anya up. Most of her ribs had been cracked, her left arm pulverized, and she had burns over over what her costume hadn't covered. It was flame retardant, but not fireproof, and had been ripped open during the fray. Benito found her cell and texted Rikki a single word: help.
She traced the phone. When she found them, Benito was still cradling Anya in his arms, looking crushed and very, very lost. They moved Anya to a secure apartment and took turns watching over her. They didn't have the medical knowledge to help her, and almost all of those who did have the knowledge had been pulled from the universe or obliterated on the spot. It was a somber cycle, a silent three days spent wondering if Anya would join her Mama and Papi, or if she would be able to heal her horrific burns.
They both fell asleep for about an hour and a half the fourth day, and in that time Anya curled up in a self-made cocoon. She went into a comatose state inside of the warm, womb-like safety of the cocoon. She dreamt of her father, celebrating with him the quienceañera that they hadn't been able to afford when she'd been fifteen. She dreamt of her mother, touched by the Weaver and giving her a choice for the second time in her life: she could decide not to wake up and finally rest, or she could fight. She could fight, and she could become what the Weaver had meant for her to be.
To Anya, it wasn't a choice. She knew that her parents were somewhere good, somewhere safe, and that she would join them eventually. But she also knew that Benny and Rikki were still alive and that the world was a mess. The Web was broken, and her friends needed her help.
By the next morning, she was clawing her way out of the cocoon. Hanks of her long hair had been burned away and she had a shiny patch of scar tissue the exact shape and size of Ember's hand, where he had first grabbed her with burning fingers. It was the only part that had scarred, miraculously, and she was once again gifted by the Weaver---even more than before. A quick haircut, a shower, and a change of clothes later, Spider-Girl was ready to throw herself back into the fray.
While she was making herself presentable again, Rikki left to deal with some unfinished business. She tracked down Ember and ruined him, pouring all of her rage and fear into making him hurt. It was one of their first acts of vengeance, but it wasn't the last. It was a brave new world, a harsher one than they had any way of understanding. By the time that they had come to the conclusion that it was time to go and were riding into the sunset in Steve's liberated car, it was clear to all of them that their roles as heroes had changed.
They were the new adults. The new generation, untried and raw. It was up to them to keep the world together, reshaping the shambles the way Steve Rogers and Peter Parker had taught them: with fairness, with justice, and with responsibility.
The Allies headed west and left their childhoods behind them.
How does your AU differ from canon?
Strengths: Anya is the center of the Web. After she emerged from her near-death-experience cocoon, she had a whole slew of new powers. She has "sticky" fingers, the ability to stick to most surfaces, enhanced speed, agility, and strength, a flexible skeleton, and the ability to jump roughly twenty feet from a dead stop. She doesn't have the organic webbing that Peter had at one time, but she does have poison spikes that jut from small slits in the inside of her wrists. In all, her abilities are close to those of the Brazilian wandering spider. Also known as the most venomous spider under the sun. This means that when she stabs a man with her stingers, he gets a painful erection and dies. Anya doesn't pull that trick out of the bag very often. She is durable, skilled with computers and kung-fu fighting thanks to SHIELD training. Basically, despite her size she is not the kind of Spyder that you want to meet in a dark alley.
Weaknesses: She's always been a hit first, ask questions later kind of girl. She's one of those full-throttle people who solves every problem by punching them, and there are just some problems that can't be punched. She doesn't fit very well with normal people and never has; she has a tendency to get herself into fights even when there aren't supervillains involved. Anya was raised Catholic and was reborn as a Spider-Person, so her guilt complexes are huge and plentiful. Her world demands that she decide what is and isn't justice, and what must be done to those who have killed others. It's rougher and wilder than the world she grew up in, and she has gotten rougher and wilder to deal with it. She has always been aggressive, but her spider "mutations" have made her even more so. Sometimes, her partners have to rein her in...and they aren't always around. Aggressiveness leads to actions she sometimes regrets, and actions that she regrets lead to guilt. It's a very vicious cycle.
But with great power comes great responsibility, as her big brother told her once. This is Anya's golden rule, so even in her moments of doubt and weakness, she keeps going.
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