Name: Rebecca Costa-Brown
Age: 17
Height: 5'7
Occupation: Student (Former), Cauldron Enforcer (Current)
Powers: Superhuman Strength, Advanced Cognition, flight.
Rebecca can fly faster than the eye can see, display levels of strength that no normal human can ever hope to achieve, and her memory is perfect. Any event that she has seen is recorded and can be recalled at a moment's notice.
History: In 1969, a normal girl was born to normal parents. A single child to parents who loved her with all their hearts. It was a recipe for a simple childhood, devoid of hardship and filled with memories that a little girl would cherish forever. And she did. Rebecca loved everyday with her parents, and they showed that love to her everyday.
However, while they loved her, their love for one another was not as strong.
One day, after school, Rebecca walked in to her mother screaming at her father. She called him a faithless bastard. She didn't know what that meant, but she knew the pain in her mother's eyes when she saw it. She watched as her mother threw her father out of the house, and slam the door behind him.
After that, her mother told her not to open the door for him anymore.
She didn't know why her mother was angry, but she followed instructions like a good daughter would. After that day, Rebecca noticed her mother starting to be more... open to men other than her father. She would tell Rebecca that she was going on dates, that she wasn't old enough to understand. Her mother took on one date after another, no matter how kind they might have been to her or Rebecca.
This went on for a while, so Rebecca ignored it.
Then, a few years later, she got a call from her father. She had a sister now, but, not a real sister. The term she found described the girl as her half sister. He tried to get her to agree to a meeting. He sounded so happy that he was with her. He sounded so happy with what he had.
Her name was Rachel.... Rachel Brown.
Rebecca asked her mother, but she wouldn't let her go meet her. She tried for what felt like a hundred times, but the answer was always the same.
She got letters from her sister every time her birthday came around. She would write her, telling about how nice her mother was, and how many gifts that her father had given her. All the while, her mother finally found someone to keep around. His name was Max, and he was kind enough to Rebecca.
For a time, the three of them were a family. For a time, her mother would see something other than her father when she looked at her.
It was the happiest time of her life.
Then, she got a half brother. And Rebecca started seeing less and less of her mother and stepfather. It was because they had to keep track of her little brother, she was old enough to take care of herself.
Once again, her mother didn't want to look at her anymore, her first daughter. She didn't want to be forgotten, so she pushed herself. She studied harder, she worked harder. But it didn't matter.
Neither of them noticed when she came home from school with perfect grades.
Neither of them noticed when she qualified for state in the track team.
She called her father, but he was too busy with work or his family.
No matter what she did, neither family noticed. They said they cared about her, but she had trouble believing that.
But when she collapsed on the floor one day, they noticed. When she was dragged to the hospital, they noticed. And when they were told that she had cancer, they finally cried for her.
Rebecca didn't want them to cry. They didn't need to cry over her. So she took her books, and she studied. She buried herself in books, and smiled when they came to visit her. She never let herself look weak, she never let herself look like something worth forgetting.
But, eventually, they stopped coming as regularliy as they once did.
Her brother was growing up, so it was understandable. In that hospital room, she vowed to get through this, to live beyond this sickness. So she asked the doctors about her condition, the ins and outs of it all so that she could have hope that she could survive.
Only, they didn't give her hope.
She never got better, she was only getting worse and worse everyday. And to make it worse, the doctors only lied to her. They said it was going to get better, but it never did. It hurt, every time she had to hear that she was getting better, when everyone knew that she wasn't.
They didn't care that it was hurting her.
They didn't do anything to make her feel any better.
In that room, Rebecca Costa-Brown wanted to die. Save the doctors the trouble of having to talk to her everyday. Save her family, from pretending that she was still their daughter.
But she didn't die, she kept on living through a month of that hell. She kept on living, until she was told that she was getting a neighbor in the intensive care unit. He was just as old as her, but that just made her sadder. Someone else didn't need to go through this. She might have cried for him, but she was done crying for anyone.
Then, when she least expected it, he came into her room. He was a shaking, nervous boy who barely managed to introduce himself. Alex Everett, an interesting name. He talked to her about what it was going to be like living here, about his parents, and what their lives were like. It must has lasted two hours, but Rebecca didn't mind.
It was the first conversation that didn't hurt.
He left, and Rebecca figured that was all that was needed. But, he came back the next day. And the next, and the next. Soon, she couldn't remember what a day in the hospital was like without Alex coming to visit her. His hair fell off, his skin turned pale, and he started getting weaker and weaker. But he never stopped coming, he never stopped looking at her like a friend, instead of someone that needed to be pitied.
If that wasn't enough, he brought his family along with him sometimes. Clint, the older brother, wise and caring to her like she was his own sister. Danah, kind and full of ideas. She would always give Rebecca little secrets to boss Alex around, and books, piles of them. Slowly, the idea of keeping up her grades fell back in her mind. She didn't need grades, she needed to read the books that were so kindly delivered to her. She had to talk to the boy who was kinder than anyone else. The boy who helped her hope again.
The boy who she fell for.
One day, Rebecca was visited by a woman who called herself Doctor Mother. She said she could cure her, that she could live beyond these walls if she was willing to work for her. At first, she didn't want to trust her. It wasn't the first time that a doctor had lied to her.
But when she heard that Alex had taken the promise, she relented.
She reached out, and grabbed the red vial. It was like drinking solid rock, but Rebecca managed for force it down her throat. Nothing happened at first, but then, she fell back on her pillow, and she saw nothing more. When she woke up again, her hair had grown back, and she could run like she could in her prime.
She met with Doctor Mother, and she was told where she was. Cauldron, a place dedicated to saving the world against people with powers. People like her. When she first flew, Rebecca didn't leave her room for a day. She was scared, she didn't know what to do.
Then, the Deputy Director showed herself. She talked to Rebecca about her place, her position, her responsibility. She could be a hero, someone that was loved by everyone in the world.
And if that wasn't enough, she was told her best friend was only a few doors down. She couldn't visit him, no matter how much she wanted to. Contessa gave her a job, a position in Cauldron, and Rebecca found herself trying to distract herself just like she tried to distract herself in that hospital room.
A day turned into a week.
A week turned into a month.
And a single month turned to just another couple of days working in Cauldron.
In that time, Rebecca trained. She traveled the world with Contessa and Doctor Mother. She met others like her under Cauldron's care. But during all that time, she never even thought of telling her family where she was. It was poetic, in a way. She forgot her family, the family that tried it's hardest to forget her.
