Pixie Lady's origin (what she'll tell you and what she wont)

[Noptraptor]

((The items in this information/story that have asterisks around them are classified and only accessible by Ignemae and the Council Members of the Legends Requiem, but are told OOC so you know why she may act like she does))

Name: *Alishia Usada*
Alias: Pixie Lady
Nicknames: Pixie, Pix, Lady, and "get away from my equipment!"
Group Affiliation: Legends Requiem
Powers: Illusion Control, Radiation Emission
Source of Powers: *Self injected a recombinant RNA sequence she developed using strange cellular "remains" found onboard a downed Rikti vessel when attacked by Outcasts hired to get the formula.* Her abilities are unstable, and require her to ensure she gets the best possible enhancements before she continues training to use more powers to avoid loss of stability. The "change" in her body has also made her smaller, and composed of 60% brain tissue that runs throughout her body, accounting for some of her quickness as well as a very unusual and incredible increase to her intellect. ((Science))
Age: *38* She appears to have the aspects, mannerisms and body-type consistent with an 18 to 19 year old with her new body.
Race: *Japanese though raised in America* Looks like some cartoon-ish "pixie"
Height: *originally 5'3"* Current height is just barely 3' tall.
Weight: *originally 115 lbs* Currently at 40lbs
Hair: *originally black* Now blonde
Eyes: *originally brown* Now green
Date of Birth: 1/23/67
Place of Birth: *Osaka, Japan*
Residence: *Re'al Manor, in the upper class suburbs of Paragon City with Diamond Lillith, Ignemae, and sometimes a young hero named Jzolie*
Family: None
Motivation: Attempting to stabilize her body, and to make her get more acquainted with her new abilities. *She also is trying to make sure her formula makes some difference until she can change herself back or gain more of the substance that led her to its creation. She also feels she must "repent" as she was quite overconfident, nearly to the point of being full of herself. She's quickly learned humility.*
Enemies: *Though she has not yet found out who hired the Outcasts to assault and try to steal her formula, she believes it was Tub Ce as well as someone so far not known who must have great power in ways of money and connections* She hates the Tsoo greatly, and seems to dislike most villains that misuse science.
Hobbies: She loves to tinker with almost any gadget, since she has the ability, though not always the focus, to improve almost any technological or scientific item. She also meditates and practices martial arts. While it shows that she's obviously not used to trying martial arts in her current form, it is also apparent that she was at one time very proficient.
Dislikes: Boredom.
Favorite Food: She's still learning which foods go well with her current body. She occasionally gets unusual reactions to foods that she tries, though she does make some of her own "nutrition drinks" that keep her well fed and given vitamins.
Favorite Drink: *She used to enjoy various teas and herbal drinks* Now she tends to stick to her nutrition drinks, though she doesn't act like she enjoys them, they are made to be tasty.
Favorite Color: *Black* Pixie seems to like colorful colors.
Misc. Quirks: *Overconfidence. Bad tempered at times. The way that Pixie Lady acts is a mix of attempting to mislead those that knew her, as well as a new found sense of respect for being a better person after finding out about the life of a hero/heroine.* Pixie seems to change her personality slightly, and sometimes seems distracted or as though she is listening carefully to how she's reacted to by others.

The following is the actual truth behind Pixie Lady's origins, she will never tell anyone all of it, as she is still being hunted.

*Alishia Usada was used to much of the best in life. Her parents were successful business partners in a venture they built together. Not quite rich, but having enough money to "settle down" they sold their company with remaining rights to build technological and scientific advances on their own terms with limits placed only on the amount of funding per year they requested. When Alishia was only 19 and already well on her way to earning two simultaneous degrees, she felt as though she had been truly blessed by two loving parents, and the intellect they both seemed to pass on to her. Graduating with her Doctorate in Genetics and a highly-valued view of how DNA could be altered by imprinting small changes in it through the body's own RNA she was looking forward to working alongside her parents at a young age of 24.*

*Her parents were soon after killed in an accident that Alishia did not believe to be entirely accidental. With a recent takeover of the company and a very enigmatic new owner seeming far too interested in the Usada's work, Alishia quickly went to various books, a night college, and within a year established controlling interest in her parent's former company. She seemed quite changed and was a much darker person and could even be very ruthless to the point of nearly violating several laws, but she always kept herself and her activities legal. This change in her drew her away from her work for a year, and prompted, possibly also through her incessant inquiries of the companies other major share-holder, the withdrawal of whoever it was that seemed so interested in the work done by her family.*

*Left to once again work on genetics, she daringly ventured into the now called "Boomtown" to look at a recently discovered Rikti scout ship that was slightly well preserved. Feeling at first that she would gain some access to the aggressive alien's DNA she first thought of creating a biological weapon that would destroy all Rikti on Earth within a matter of months, she instead found an odd containment cell, but whatever had lived there, or rather likely been a prisoner there, was long dead, and decomposed beyond recognition. Alishia went to work immediately trying to discern what it was that the Rikti tried to quickly bring to Paragon City, or perhaps try to smuggle out of it.*

*The tests performed showed massive dependencies on brain functions, but with further study she became quite surprised to find that, for all it's unusual properties, that the remains were likely human, at least at one time. This sparked her interests in its reaction to human tissue, hoping that if it were some weapon of the Rikti's development, that she could perhaps shield humankind from it. Working almost to the point of exhaustion and with years of hard work, she finally found that it had a very unique ability to draw out and magnify the strengths of people, especially those with super-abilities. Quickly working to stabilize the effects to where it could be safely given and even making a temporary version of it for use by more skeptical but willing heroes, she took her notes and prepared to head to Atlas Park and present her findings to the City Counsel as well as some of the leaders of many of Paragon's Super Groups. The hard work and long hours, and likely the overconfidence she had developed made her unaware that a new security company bought out the contract to protect her company...and that the only "upgrade" in it's securities were high quality cameras placed and hidden in her labs.*

*Along her way Alishia was very excited to present her findings, but her feelings of unease had forced her to take all of the samples with her. She had with her enough of the material to transform over half of Paragon City's heroes into near-gods, but had told no one to try and make her trip safely. Her car suddenly was jolted as though struck by lightning; her driver slumped forward and obviously severely hurt. Saved only because she was always wanting the best and enjoyed the feel of black leather seats that kept her from being hit by the blasts voltage, she watched in horror as a bald-headed Outcast began to form stone around his fists to rip off the door to leave her unprotected.*

*Though she would never wish to admit it, and does feel bad about her reasons for doing it, her first thought was that no one would get to take credit for her hard work, and that not one more thing would be taken from her or the Usada name again. As the Outcast gang fought off a few heroes and began to tear up the armored limousine, Alishia began quickly injecting every bit of formula into her body, feeling pain beyond compare as she felt like her insides themselves were burning, melting and spreading their heat outward. She rushed to grab the last of the injections and stabbed them into her stomach while plunging every last bit of her work into her body. Her head feeling as though her body was about to catch fire, she placed the last of the unaltered sample up her sleeve, and then screamed just as the door finally came free.*

*Feeling as though her eyes had melted, and blind, she fell over and felt her heart begin to stop. She could still slightly hear as the Outcasts took the briefcase with the samples of regular human tissue to demonstrate the effects on and thought as she died, she would have the last laugh. Hearing people call for an ambulance, she finally giggled, feeling liquid come out of her throat and choke her as her body started seizing mildly. The last thing she felt before a massive seizure hit her was a feeling as though the actual raw material hid in her sleeve was merging into her, melting it's way into her body.*

*Alishia awoke miles away from where the attack took place, and thought she must be having the last brain functions that coincide from her scientific view of "near death experiences". She saw a woman coming towards her, almost like she was jogging. It wasn't until she tried to speak that she thought she may still be alive, her throat was caked with thick and burning liquids, her eyes felt as though they weren't her own, but she saw a woman run to her, a woman with purple hair. Feeling as though she could still be in danger, she raised her pain-wracked body up as the stranger came to lift her up. She was so big Alishia thought she must have been at least ten feet tall, but noticed her business suit was flopped around her, torn as though ripped by high speeds. Becoming overwhelmed, she looked to her savior and heard a high pitched voice come from her mouth as she weakly said, "Please, get me out of here, no hospitals."*

*The woman looked down and said, "O-Ok, but I know someone that will try and take a look at you, she's not a doctor, but she can see things, maybe she'll know how to help you. Now hold on, I'm going to jump, and it's a bit bumpy." Alishia saw her reach for some kind of device, and within a few seconds of viewing it she somehow knew its schematics, had a blueprint of it in her head, and had more ways to make it work better than she could keep in line. She passed out again as she heard the person speak into her communicator, saying; "Ignemae, I have a woman that looks mutated, or worse, I'm bringing her in, so please prep my equipment. If it's a mutant, I can help her, if not you'll have to look into where she came from, Diamond Lillith out."*


The following is what Pixie Lady has actually told others, and most believe it, but with some of the holes inside of it, the more intellectual heroes and villains suspect her of hiding more than she says.

Where I came from...well, that's a tough one, and I'm sure it's a story that would help explain a lot about me, my squeaky and munchkin sounding voice to why I'm more pink than most hams...well, I'll do my best to tell you what I can say that won’t put either of us in danger.

You know I'm into science and technology, to be honest I was only into one before the accident, I got my Doctorate in the other in about three days after the accident when I became interested in some of Diamond Lillith's Equipment, as well as Ignemae's Seer's items. Lord, I hope she doesn't know I looked at them; no one is supposed to touch them and I hope she doesn’t find out, but try hiding anything from her, ugh. I was the best in my field, anyone saying otherwise is lying. I'd love to brag and say what field it was, but I've been by my grave, and personally, I think I'm happier that all it has is some DNA of mine that melted out of me from the inside out. I have no wish to endanger myself again, or anyone else for that matter.

I basically had no choice but to do...well, this to myself. If I hadn't, this city would be overrun by villains with powers you wouldn't dream of. All I can say is, like many others, I worked on how to understand powers, and yes, my research could have made powered heroes, even well trained ones with no real powers aside from being knowledgeable to use high tech equipment or masters of martial arts. I suppose that's why I lived through my disposing of my only small test sample into myself. Who knew a single injection could change someone so much?

It appears that since I valued my intelligence, and yes, I'm the first to admit I'm pretty overconfident at times as to how smart I am, at least I was before the change, but still something about my value of that part of me seemed to cause the change. Still, that is about all I can say of my good ol' past. I'm just a country bumpkin that found herself in a desperate situation. It does pain me that I can't tell all of you who I am, or even that all I'm saying here is the truth, but I have to hide who I am or they will find me, and I have to find them first!

Well, that said, after the change, I found that looking over any device, even many that are arcane or even well ahead of our regular technology, would be imprinted in my mind along with every way to enhance it, make it work better, etc...Sounds great, doesn't it? It isn't. Imagine you just want to make a phone call and you have most of your body scream all these "improvements" into your very essence, it makes calling people hell at times. Remember, I'm 60% brain matter now, and my brain tissue runs into my limbs and actually repairs itself, but I haven't figured that out yet. I think my body is fighting my analytical abilities as some "self preservation" mechanism. Anyhow, yes I'm smart, and though I act like it at times, no, I don't know it all. Well, I do, but I can't always get to the information in my head...err...body.

I've found that, as human brains give off signals, usually in the ways of minute radio waves, I can pick up on them, duplicate and alter them to make people believe things that aren't real. That is the basis of most of my illusory powers. As for radiations that I can call upon, well, radiation is energy, and it's a simple matter for me to alter my bodies electromagnetic output to cause an imbalance in an area, person or even in general to make normal ambient, kinetic and even potential energy alter into radiation. It doesn't sound simple, and it wouldn't be except for the amount of brain activity I can generate at once. Imagine the humans that bend spoons with their minds, no not the "trick" of doing it, but the ones that actually do manipulate things; it's basically the same thing on a larger scale.

During my ventures I've met one of the most small-minded, yet quite daring even if he wouldn't admit it, people I believe there is. His name is Ikaru, and I usually never patrol without him. Yes, he's very annoying and hates anyone who isn't "natural", yeah, like him punching a Freakshow Tanker and hurting it instead of shattering his hand is natural, or him running around sixty miles per hour, but still, he draws out my anger, and I draw out his, and it keeps both of us from probably killing a villain, or even maybe some of the annoying citizens. I'm not sure why he's so angry, but in my case, well...I used to be beautiful, rich and not three feet tall! I went to clubs, I had friends, and I even was engaged. I've let all of that go because all it would do is get them killed along with me if whoever is after me found out.

This brings me to you all, the Legends Requiem and allies alike. I don't want to endanger you, which is why there is an encryption that can access the truth of what I am, I'm sure Ignemae viewed it before letting me join, even if she hasn't, I know that whoever wants me wouldn't try to take on a Super Group, especially one with as many good allies as the Legends Requiem just for me. I made some interesting discoveries, but they aren't worth losing some "evil empire" over.

I wasn't always nice, not before the change, and while I've admitted to anger over what I've lost, I do want to help people, and to put away those that would do to others what they did to me. I hope someday I can feel comfortable enough to tell you all what happened in detail, until then, I will gladly help you, guard your secrets as you guard those I tell you, and fight alongside you. I do ask that when possible Ikaru comes along, only because I truly fear he may lose the way if he is on his own. He has great potential as a hero, and he sure is good at letting me vent my own anger onto him, though he does make some good snappy comebacks. I think I even have grown to like him...but if you tell him that, I will have to hurt you, hehe. Well, this is almost all to tell of my story up until now. I will log and event things that happen so you may read and get to know me, as I know between your alter egos’ real life things and patrolling you may not get to team up with me. Be safe, and thank you for giving me sanctuary.

Your friend,
Pixie Lady

[Noptraptor]

Like I did for Ignemae, here's a link to help give more info on Pixie Lady. I'll be adding more and more to her story-line, too. I love to post them here and read everyone else's. Hope you like!

Pixie Lady
http://www.creyindustries.com/viewhero.php?id=13437

Nopt

[Noptraptor]

*The enclosed surveilance picture shows Pixie Lady ingaging in a Task Force against the Monster known as Babbage. Our spies were careful to place cameras on dumpsters randomly so that their thoughts on the cameras wherabouts could not be detected.*



Aiding in the defeat of Babbage as well as Synapse's guidance of the Task Forces against the Clockwork, we were able to capture this picture of Pixie Lady's involvement in Babbage's fall. Though many parts were taken to be stored and some were also recovered by clockwork minions to rebuild the monstrosity, our teams were able to focus on gathering the specific parts that formed the areas that Pixie Lady was attacking via her mental and physically manifested psychic energies.
The results were immensely difficult to read and were almost overlooked until it was accidentally sent to our Magical Analysis Department; who concluded the following:

1) The heroine known as Pixie Lady was able to find and help the Task Force attack the weakest parts of Babbage.

2) Reviewing the camera's recording of the fight, Pixie Lady at no time spoke of Babbage's weaknesses nor were they visible with any of our spectrum of visual tests, nor did our Science and Technology teams find any sign that would indicate these areas were "weak points".

3) No psychic link was used to tell the others of the above information. To our knowledge, Pixie Lady's presence itself was the key to finding Babbage's weak spots and there is no known explanation as to how this was done, nor is it believed that Pixie Lady knew she was specifically attacking the creature's weaknesses.

Due to these results some of our more "outer realm" areas of our Magic and Science departments have come to the conclusion that Pixie Lady may somehow be tapped into or even contain some of the Akashic Records and/or its informations.

*The Akashic Records are the magical as well as scientific "myths/beliefs" that hold every thought, knowledge and idea that ever was, is and will be. Someone who could either tap into the Akashic Records would simply know everything.*

This would help explain how some of Pixie Lady's devices built for the Legends Requiem work specifically for and with their users' powers, even when she hasn't met them, she builds these devices to become compatible with heroes she has not yet met. It would also clarify how she is so adapt at finding our observation teams and gather information from them as well.

As we have been able to gain some information on Pixie Lady we believe that she does not have the full use of this knowledge, or uses it on a subconscious level. Another hypothesis is that this hero was aware of, and allowed us to take the information we have on her, something we are taking into account and have pulled all but the most long-ranged observation teams from actively pursuing her with the exception of our assault teams that attempt to capture her when possible.

After interviewing some of the heroes that she has worked with, we strongly encourage our observation teams to keep intel on this hero streaming and updated to our networks as often as possible. DO NOT APPROACH WITHOUT PROPER ORDERS OR UNLESS ATTACKED! The last three agents that tried to get undercover and garner information from Pixie Lady suddenly became guilt-ridden and subsequently quit Crey Industries and became spiritual leaders to the religions they already believed in. Upon examination of them, Pixie Lady had apparently wiped all Crey activities from their minds and made them become various Priests and Pastures to "repent" for working here. It is unknown yet if she was able to keep the information from their minds or simply destroy it, but she has cost us over 3.7 Billion dollars in training of two of our top infiltration personnel and one who was a promising double agent.

*Further dealings with this hero will have the consultings of our Magical Analysis department as well as our Science and Techknowlogy Research Teams to try and pinpoint the source of her abilities.*

-NOTE: Surveilance on the former three workers has been completed and proper "retirement" activity is in the works to ensure no information leaks are possible.

[Noptraptor]

The following occurred after a large patrol of our Elite Paragon Protectors had rounded up several new heroes to the city and were holding them for testing as we told the Paragon City officials that we thought we'd found proof that they were, in fact, an organized group sent into Paragon City to do Arachnos' bidding. Due to the diplomatic immunity they could have had if this were true, we were planning to force the heroes to turn to work for us before we were forced to release them while showing we were wrong about our first views of the group. We had even intended to finance them well as a show of good faith, as well as to give them the power base needed to become a potent force for us. Unfortunately, Pixie Lady had been watching our operatives and the events following then occurred.

Pixie Lady walked towards the Crey Offices building thinking of how best to handle the situation. She knew that several younger and lesser-developed heroes had been taken hostage and that Crey was using its lawyers, as usual, to delay any intervention until it would be too late, and whatever they wanted from or of these heroes would be done.

She knew she could attack head on, but even with the near limitless knowledge she had as well as the ability to form her mental "aggressions" into physical form to attack her enemies for her, that by the time she fought her way into this smaller Crey office building she would have almost no chance of getting out without either being taken captive or even being killed by the backup that would definitely get there as she was leaving, and in most of her mind's conclusions, before she was ready to leave.

She could easily tell who was a Crey Agent that was in plainclothes by looking around. Her attunement to the Akashic Records flooded her with knowledge about the people she looked at every time she let her concentration slip, or tried to call on the vastness of the infinite knowledge of the Akashic Records. She took a breath and had to relax as her mind felt overloaded and her mind was flooded with an ocean of information, some that she plucked into her consciousness and others that were simple things to come, toes that would be stubbed, arguments that would come from one of the Agents by chewing with his mouth full, even noticing that one of the Crey officers had a bandage on his cheek and her mind telling her that from the size of the bandage and it's small but specific placing on his face that he had just had a biopsy and was worried he had cancer. Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer and she saw his posture, his movements, and something felt as though she could see his very cellular processes, Pixie Lady knew he had cancer and that it was malignant. She had to catch herself from saying "Five months is likely all you'll have." to the man for the attention it would have attracted.

Normally the small and less physically empowered hero would use her powers to become invisible, but the circumstances didn’t seem to call for it. She knew when each camera was pointing and where and where every person was looking at and where they were trained to scan the room in order to keep it secure. As she walked forward, each gaze and camera simply missed viewing her, something that being slightly less than three feet tall helped a bit with, but one guard would be seeing her as he was simply in a receded wall niche and stared directly at the doorway she would need. Pixie Lady gazed at him as she walked forward calmly and let her mind gently lash into his and confuse him ever so slightly. He began to look at his comrades somewhat frighteningly and in a slight paranoid manner. It was only a few seconds before he thought he must have been worried about a co-worker betraying them and returned his vision to his post’s required area, just missing the diminutive heroine walking through it.

Getting to a more secure hallway, Pixie Lady made herself begin to disappear. Her knowledge simply reached out and used the Akashic Records and changed them as her powers seem to allow. As if altering a script, she could feel her link to the Records wave away her being seen this day, and instead no camera or eye catching even a glimpse of her. She began to pick up her pace, feeling as though the heroes that were in need a rescue were not likely to be held here long without some kind of attempt to gain their trust or to indoctrinate them to the Crey way of thinking. She reached their holding areas and slowed down a bit as she could feel her own base powers being nullified slightly. It was becoming harder and harder to keep herself invisible.

She thought quickly as thousands of ideas and their likely results flashed through her mind and focused on one in particular that would help her and the other heroes quite a bit. She let her invisibility drop from her and focused her attention to her hand, where she mentally projected a single atom into another that was moving faster. As they collided she kept turning and adjusting her hand so that more and more atoms collided and gathered speed as her hand began to glow. She could sense the Crey workers coming her way with their high tech gear and power suits, so she let it build, smiling a bit as she waited for them but straining inside to keep her powers going. As they surrounded her the commander and others aimed at her and shouted “Hands up and don’t move!” That was when she threw the atoms into the air and allowed them to collide with several others that unleashed their built-up energy and a bright electromagnetic pulse flooded through the area.

As the doors to the cells began to be torn off, blasted away, or even mentally shoved from their reinforced hinges now that the power inhibitors were offline, Pixie Lady watched as the Power Suited Crey members fell down, their high tech armors now nothing more than very heavy paperweights until the backup power would restart in about a half minute. Most of the other Crey were stunned from the flash and the raw energy that was unleashed so close to them, and the few that were able to pull their triggers found that the high tech guns they had didn’t work. As the younger heroes poured out of their cells and looked to the smallish hero to see what to do, she told them to escape as fast as possible. Her own powers returning, she summoned a mental construct at the doorway that would pull the most horrifying experiences from its targets and make them feel what they feared the most. She also called forth her aggressive self and poured it into three bodies that blasted the wall away and led the formerly captive heroes out of the building and back to their own freedom.