My name is Valkyrie.
I used to -and sometimes still do- go by Ariana.
I lived in a house with my parents, sister and brother. I went to school. Joined the Gymnastics team. Went out with my friends, and if I could slip it past my folks, go out with guys.
I was normal.
Then I found out I was a Meta-Human. And that stupid reason got me sent to an equally stupid boarding school near Keystone City.
I wasn't to ever use my powers. Oh no, imagine the embarrassment my family would have if people found out that they were related to a Meta-Human.
Oh Puh-lease. It's not like it was happening to them or anything.
When it all started, all I needed was a hug and for at least one of them to tell me that I was alright.
But they couldn't even do that.
It was like they were afraid to touch me or something.
So, at the Boarding School ala Mutant training camp, I got my funky new name, an education on the how to's of whooping somebody's ass, Military style. It's a little hazy, but whatever.
Then, the end of it, I went home.
I should have know something was up then and there, because only a few others left with me.
So, when I got home, Big brother wasn't back from work. Fair enough. Younger sister was still at school. Okay, a little odd, considering the time. Mom and Dad were out. Starting to get that niggling feeling.
Then they came home.
All happy and laughing. As happy as Larry, until they saw me.
You could'a heard a pin drop.
Damn, did they look surprised to see me.
And to round the whole homecoming thing off, Dad gave me fifty bucks the next day and kicked me out.
Thing is, I touched his hand as I took the money…
I realised that. He realised that.
I smirked and walked out with the bag I'd come in with.
My power?
I touch someone, copy a strand of their DNA and then I can shift into them.
A living breathing exact copy.
And I'd just copied by asshole of a Father's DNA.
Payback was going to be so so sweet.