Holly Short was the only child of the family, with a mother whose temperament was best compared to a raging fireball. Holly had definitely inherited that from her, and she wasn't going to let this defining trait lessen, much less disappear.
A first in many things, Holly wasn't the first tomboy. But she was the first to keep that about her well into her youth, when most teenage elves were concerned about the latest model of fairy cosmetics and the latest movie premiers.
She was concerned about wing models, about Neutrino Blasters, about pod docking. In the Academy, she proved that a girl could easily beat those elves straight out of street crunch-ball and into the Academy. She could fly a pod between the gap of your teeth, be calm and collected during a stakeout or an ambush, and also be the first dunker of the LEP crunch-ball team. All while still being pretty, and still being a raging fireball.
Many argued against her appointment in the LEPRecon. Why should she be here?
She was a cut above the rest, that's why.
Opal was a pixie who loved hard drives as much as she loved truffles and cosmetics. She was the delight of her family till the time she had built a circuit. Then, she was a pixie to be tamed. Pretty easy, her father thought. She was going to make sure he was wrong, and paid for thinking this all through his life.
Her success at the University proved she wasn't just as good, she was better than the others. And being a girl who looked capable of only being a trophy wife. She was going to maintain the looks, but not the image.
She would crush it with her tiny fists.
And when she had done that, the world was falling at her feet. Why shouldn't they?
After all, she was a cut above the rest.
Minerva may look like a pretty damsel with her corkscrew curls, petite body and winning smile. But hidden behind that smile was a girl with burning determination, someone who, if angered, could raze you to the ground and leave nothing behind.
Forever treated like a princess, she took advantage of her situation, twisting it to suit her needs of a teen genius. Every boy who set eyes on her would smile sweetly, or smirk, which she would return with a neat retort. After she was termed a brainless bitch, she made sure the 'brainless' would be permanently removed from her name. The other part, she didn't care. If she could break hearts, morale and egos while making a point, then all the better. After all, no one took girl seriously until they did something serious.
She was the badass bitch, not the brainless one. And she was happy being that way. If it meant her success and survival, she was okay being the 'bitch'. It would keep the other bimbos at bay anyway, and make the boys see her as a force to reckon, not to mention a girl to fall badly for. Beauty and brains, are, after all, a lethal combination. She was in that league.
And even in that league, she was a cut above the rest.