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Nola's abilities:

Super strength

Enhanced senses

Super human agility

Pyrokinesis

Terrakinesis

Assumed immortality

Super healing

Biokinesis

Appearance:

Height 5'8

Light skin

Almond shaped amber eyes that faintly glow red when she uses her powers

Long straight brown waist length hair

Long upturned nose

Small plush mouth

Heart shaped face

Busty and curvy but also muscular

This is set during the episode Hammer Of The Gods.

*Prologue*

She couldn't remember her life before 1992. She did however remember the night of her "death". It was a vicious attack that had obviously been meant to kill her. But she stubbornly clung to life well after the assault was finished. But she could feel her power swiftly drain away as her body lay on the ground seeping out ichor. She could feel herself expiring. With one last shuddering breath she forced her essence out into the night, her broken body still laying against the cold ground, her blood reflecting the light of the moon. She knew she needed a host. She loved humans and their fragile newness, and was hesitant to take the life of one but she would always chose herself over the short life of a human. She drifted around an expensive neighborhood full of large houses searching and hoping that she could find someone to host her efficiently, her power was sure to be to much for any average person. She floated around till morning light bleached the sky of its darkness until she noticed a young woman brushing her hair in the mirror of her bathroom, the sleeping form of a man in the bed a few feet away from her. She was pretty as far as humans went. Her face seemed troubled as She drifted closer to inspect her. She was healthy for the most part but sensed a minor issue. On the sink rested a white plastic strip. A pregnancy test? She inspected it briefly. False. She looked back up at the woman just as the tears started. This human was obviously upset about the result. She wanted a child. An idea quickly took hold. The woman sat on the sink and quietly started sobbing. She was infertile but her body had the potential to host life. She gently pushed herself into the woman's body invading her womb. If this human wanted a child she would be her child.

As the months went on and her body grew she listened to the world outside. She heard her "mothers" voice and heartbeat all around her. She heard her "father" also, a deep pleasant tone. Never had she felt so much contentment. She had been given a name as soon as they found out she was a girl. Nola after her fathers grandmother. They murmured ''I love you Nola'' often after that. No one had ever said those words to her. Not long after her mother gave birth to her, she found out she was pregnant again and went on to have three sons. What ever problem she had that made her incapable of having children was resolved, the doctors had called it a miracle. Slowly but surely Nola forgot everything but the night she expelled herself out of her dying body.

Her childhood was normal in most ways. But it soon became apparent to her mother and father that she was not a regular child, she stared a little too long at things, and always knew a little too much. They were told she was just very smart, gifted even. They tried but couldn't put a finger on what exactly was wrong but they knew that their little Nola wasn't like other children. Not like their other children.

When she reached her teens she knew it was time to tell her parents her origins. She sat them down one day after school and told them what little she could remember about her past and showed them what she could do. They took it surprisingly well. They loved her enough to accept her as she was. And she loved them for it. Soon after the heart to heart she came to the realization that the little family she made for herself wasn't like her, they would age and die. And that bothered her. She loved her human family. No God in their right mind would form such relationships with humans but she had always had a soft spot for them even if their lived were fleeting. Something in her pushed her to try and transfer some of her essence into their frail human bodies. One night she stood over each of their sleeping forms and willed a bit of herself into them. She noticed her families subtle changes. She stayed with them a few more years after that night, until her parents annual Easter day party. She had been listening in amusement to the usual whispered accusations of steroids and plastic surgery abuse that were being slung at the never aging family. What petty creatures. Her mother near forty didn't look a day over thirty two, her father slightly younger then her mother looked very near the same age, her brothers were possibly even more astonishing with their large frames and large muscles. Nola was just as impressive with her clear skin, long hair and toned body, but for the most part she dressed down. She loathed the attention that her looks brought on from these people, these horridly petty people. But she knew she needed a change. Her parents had been bred into the rich life, gone to the parties, attended the benefit functions, and where as Nola enjoyed the lux life she didn't enjoy the company. A month later she moved out into her own place and reinvented herself as a sort of femme fatal. She enjoyed herself immensely until and opportunity to get a little of her old self back arose. That's when she met them.