[Theodora James]

Theodora "Teddy" Eden James
FACE CLAIM: Katie Mcgrath

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: Twenty-Eight
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
POSITION: Partner at a local lawfirm

♦ THE ABILITY ♦

POWER: Enhanced Sight: The ability to see definition beyond the means of human limitation. With correct focus, Teddy can notice the minute details of a specified target; for example, she can count the leaves on trees at a distance.

LIMITATIONS: The ability is best used in short bursts; prolonged use makes her vision blurry and effectively useless. Because there's a lot of information to take in, it can often be an overwhelming practice, especially when used consistently. She can't see through solid objects, and she can't see people whose abilities prevent themselves from being seen.

SIDE-EFFECTS: Constant use causes a strain on her mental state and focus, meaning she is more susceptible to headaches and heavy fatigue. When the ability is overused, her eyesight is affected to the point where she needs glasses until her eyes recover. This can take days of recuperation depending on how hard she pushes herself.

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

LET'S MAKE UP OUR OWN MINDS
WE'VE GOT OUR WHOLE LIVES
LET'S SEE AND DECIDE

I've never... Appreciated my first name. Ever since I can remember, I've always insisted people don't use it. People have called me Teddy since as far back as my memory reaches. I used to curse my parents for choosing such an ill fitting name. When I was younger, I couldn't get over how old it sounded. I begged them to strip it from my record and pick something better, apparently. I don't remember it, but my father swears by it.

Theodora means God given. My father said it was the most fitting name for me in the world, because that's what I was for him. God given. It was better than hearing the stories of those who made it famous. I never got bedtime stories when I was a child growing up in London. My father was an intellect. He would explain the details of Empress Theodora of the Eastern Roman Empire, like a little girl could ever hope to understand who that was and what she did.

That was my life, I suppose. Schooling from the time I could talk. I could tell my father had great expectations for me. I could tell he knew I was capable of so much. I was God given, he'd say. I've never believed him.

I KNOW WE’VE GOT TO GET AWAY
SOMEPLACE WHERE NO ONE KNOWS OUR NAME
WE’LL FIND THE START OF SOMETHING NEW

I was only eleven when my abilities manifested. I spent a lot of time rock climbing with my Uncle and I managed to spot the exact moment the rock within my hand was to threaten to give in. I didn't think much of it? Why would I? This was almost twenty years ago!

Imagine the surprise of my father - great as he was - when recruiters turned up at his door to take his only child away.

I distinctly remember him threatening to sue. In the world of law, my father had a lot of sway. He always said his name clapped like thunder; it opened doors long sealed shut. It didn’t get me out of St. Bethany, despite his protest. He just had to let me go.

NOW PAYBACK IS A BAD BITCH
AND BABY, I’M THE BADDEST
YOU’RE FUCKING WITH A SAVAGE

I suppose it was absolutely inevitable that I would follow the course my father started. The trail he carved in law as we know it is significant, and I’d been introduced to his work at such a young age. He always said I found it fascinating; more fascinating than whatever idle interest my mother had picked up along the way.

I went on to college right after high school with every intention of becoming someone just as great. I wasn’t riding on the family name, but I won’t pretend its legacy didn’t help me. It also hurt, considering people assumed that’s exactly what I was doing. Privledged white girl takes the family business because hey, who’s going to say no to her? The only thing people like that listen to is positive, affirmative action. So I didn’t complain. I never complained. I proved them wrong.

I was top of my class. I graduated with honours. The first year of law school was worse than the rest, but that didn’t mean it was bad. Determination made the long hours and lack of sleep completely worth it. Professors ranked your work from best to worst, and that was how you made the grade. Me? Well, I am where I am, and I’m as young as I am. I think that speaks for itself.

ARE WE TOO GROWN TO PLAY AROUND?
YOUNG ENOUGH TO CHASE
BUT OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER

Ever since I can remember, I’ve always loved girls. I think that men are the normality and that we are not. I wouldn’t say I hold that against them; I really just think women are more interesting. More inviting. More… Complex. Like puzzles always worth solving. We’ll always be able to understand each other better because of our complexities. I spent a lot of time when I was younger chasing the idea of such wonder.

Girls, I mean. They were a wonder. They are a wonder.

I've been in love once. At least, I like to think that high-impact thing was love. She was beautiful and smart and clever. Oh, and she could make me laugh, if you can believe it. She was, without a doubt, perfection personified in my very early twenties. But, it was fragile. Or maybe it was too hard for her, I don't know.

She's married now. Got kids with some guy, I think. That doesn't mean I don't think it can happen twice.

I'D RATHER BE A LOVER THAN A FIGHTER
CAUSE ALL MY LIFE I'VE BEEN FIGHTING
NEVER FELT A FEELING OF COMFORT

First, my brother was born. It was literally the year I was sent to school at St. Bethany, so I supposed it worked out well for them; they lost one and gained another. The age gap between us made it difficult to connect initially, sure, but there's something special about being old enough to appreciate him at that young age. He thought I was cool because I could see how many fingers he was holding up from fifty meters away.

Then, my mother died a few years ago. She and I have never really had a proper mother-daughter connection. Her death was sad, of course, but it was more devastating for the rest of my family than it was for me. I was so wrapped in actually practicing law that I didn't even have time to stop and breathe. Most people said I'd never really dealt with it, but I've never believed them. My brother was at St. Bethany and my dad was... Well, he was working. But her and I, we just... Never had a relationship. My brother was everything to my mother, and I was everything to my father.

He didn't take it at all how I assumed he was. He loved her dearly, and I was positive it would be something that broke him forever. He threw himself into work. He seemed fine, at first. Perhaps that was compartmentalising - I wouldn't know - but I think he was always heart broken.

Did you know that's a real illness? Heartbreak can kill you.

FORGET OUR MOTHERS
AND PAST LOVERS
FORGET EVERYONE

My father died recently. If I’m being honest, I never visited him enough. I called him a lot, sure. Once a week since I moved out of home. He cared a great deal about my future; he was passionate about how I chose to follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer. His name in our area opened a lot of doors for me, for which I’m grateful, but I always wanted to do that of my own accord.

That was the problem with London. Everyone knew him. Alexander James and his sought after practice.

When I told them all I was moving - to Stagfort, of all places - every look in the room ranged from humour to complete horror. Why waste your talent there? Well, there are people in need there. We have an entire legal base being ignored; discrimination of meta-humans is absolutely a cause worth fighting for, and I intend to fight it. So I took part of my inheritance and bought my way in. It's not the most conventional approach, but it worked.

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Eddie
AGE GROUP: Twenty-Six
EXPERIENCE: Yrz
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I looked on the board and thought; let there be more gays

[★ MEL]

ACCEPTED! ►
► And then there was more gays!
BY EDWARD OF GS