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aberrantangelsI just created this character as an alt on CoH (ironically, after swearing I wasn't going to roll up any more supers there until jingle-jets started expiring).
I haven't mentioned Elizabeth Deborah Barton's life up to now, because Aberrant: Worldwide Phase II doesn't give specific dates for its events, just years and ages. So here's the whole sad tale.
She was born in 1974, in a body that got her named Benjamin Martin Emory. Like some people on my friendlist, she knew who she was, just as they know who they are. It took her years to integrate the knowledge, during which she alternated bouts of confusion and self-loathing. Puberty put an end to the confusion, but the self-loathing remained.
At 15 (this would be around 1989, then), "Benjamin" ran away from home and tried to start her transition, but couldn't afford gender reassignment surgery. The busies brought "him" back to the Emories.
At 18 (so, we're up to 1992), Emory became a school leaver, deeming her money better invested in a surgery fund than in uni (since she knew that public funding is one of the categories in which NHS stands for No Hope, Sunshine). Two years later, she changed her name to Deborah and began living as the woman she knew she was. A succession of menial jobs, however, never quite let her save enough money for the knife, let alone for the counseling that would have to lead up to it.
Late last year, at the age of 31, Deborah gave up. Her parents still refused to accept her as their daughter, she'd never be able to afford the surgery, and HM Government wouldn't let her alter her birth certificate in any event. So she threw herself off London's Hungerford Bridge, only to have a change of heart as gravity took hold.
That change of heart was quickly followed by a change of body. The ability to see the weather, and shape it, and the wind that put her back on her feet, were as nothing to a body that now matched her female soul. It made everything worth it, even the crippling headaches from her newly-swollen node.
She checked herself into the London Rashoud facility at once. Utopia helped alleviate the headaches and taught her control of her powers. They also helped her arrange her new "Elizabeth Barton" identity and found her an agent specializing in would-be municipal defenders.
Even my cynical Æon alter-ego Hugh Boone, star of the earliest posts here, is proud that Utopia helped Deborah, just as he was proud of Utopia helping out in São Paulo. Whether these good works justify the larger Utopian agenda is arguable; that the good works are themselves justified is far less so.
2006
[Aberrant] Elizabeth Barton makes her first public appearance as "London Fog," dousing a rampaging fire with a sudden rainstorm and giving added impetus to her agent's ongoing negotiations with the city government.
I haven't mentioned Elizabeth Deborah Barton's life up to now, because Aberrant: Worldwide Phase II doesn't give specific dates for its events, just years and ages. So here's the whole sad tale.
She was born in 1974, in a body that got her named Benjamin Martin Emory. Like some people on my friendlist, she knew who she was, just as they know who they are. It took her years to integrate the knowledge, during which she alternated bouts of confusion and self-loathing. Puberty put an end to the confusion, but the self-loathing remained.
At 15 (this would be around 1989, then), "Benjamin" ran away from home and tried to start her transition, but couldn't afford gender reassignment surgery. The busies brought "him" back to the Emories.
At 18 (so, we're up to 1992), Emory became a school leaver, deeming her money better invested in a surgery fund than in uni (since she knew that public funding is one of the categories in which NHS stands for No Hope, Sunshine). Two years later, she changed her name to Deborah and began living as the woman she knew she was. A succession of menial jobs, however, never quite let her save enough money for the knife, let alone for the counseling that would have to lead up to it.
Late last year, at the age of 31, Deborah gave up. Her parents still refused to accept her as their daughter, she'd never be able to afford the surgery, and HM Government wouldn't let her alter her birth certificate in any event. So she threw herself off London's Hungerford Bridge, only to have a change of heart as gravity took hold.
That change of heart was quickly followed by a change of body. The ability to see the weather, and shape it, and the wind that put her back on her feet, were as nothing to a body that now matched her female soul. It made everything worth it, even the crippling headaches from her newly-swollen node.
She checked herself into the London Rashoud facility at once. Utopia helped alleviate the headaches and taught her control of her powers. They also helped her arrange her new "Elizabeth Barton" identity and found her an agent specializing in would-be municipal defenders.
Even my cynical Æon alter-ego Hugh Boone, star of the earliest posts here, is proud that Utopia helped Deborah, just as he was proud of Utopia helping out in São Paulo. Whether these good works justify the larger Utopian agenda is arguable; that the good works are themselves justified is far less so.
