Jennifer Walters

## **Appearance**

Oh, we’re doing this, are we? Alright, let’s start with the obvious. I am big, I am green, and I am ripped. It’s the kind of thing that gets comments, and trust me, I’ve heard them all. Orc, troll, ogre, you name it, and that was before I stumbled into Skyrim-by-way-of-the-Sims-2-modding-community. If you think that bothers me, think again. I look damn good, and that goes for when I’m dressed for business, dressed for fun, or dressed for adventure (which is basically a little of both, am I right?) True, I could change back to my human form, but that woman just isn’t me anymore. This is, and I like it that way.

## **Powers**

Like I said, I’m a big, green gamma-bomb of a lady. That comes with pretty much all the stuff you’d expect: strength, speed, reflexes and endurance, plus I can take a bullet to the face without flinching.

I can also ‘break the fourth wall,’ as they say. I’m aware that I’m a character in a role-playing game, based on a character in a comic book, and I will occasionally remark on this. I may even address the players directly, not that I expect them to answer. They never do.

## **Talents**

I know my way around a courtroom, for one thing. I’m also trained in several forms of hand-to-hand combat and can pilot most aircraft.

## **Interests**

Inside the courtroom I’m big on civil rights cases. In my free time I enjoy music, dancing, art, travel, history, sex, movies and horror video games with plenty of jump scares. I’ve also played just about every game in the Ace Attorney series.

## **History**

There’s always an origin story, isn’t there? In my case I was the only daughter of Morris and Elaine Walters. As a kid I spent a lot of time with my cousin, Bruce. We’d slip off to the library and read books for hours. Sometimes we even hide there after closing to spend the night. Let’s just say it was a better place for Bruce than home with his father. Growing up I wanted nothing more than to be a professional dancer. Mom was totally on board, but dad insisted my future was in the police force, like him. He was a little less successful at convincing me than he was at making business difficult for the Mob. Enough that one of them, a boss named Nicolas Trask, decided to do something about it. Except instead of taking out my dad, it was mom who died in the car accident he arranged. She was driving to one of my dance recitals. I was 17.

After that things became even more tense between Dad and me. I gave up on dancing, choosing to study law instead. After graduating from UCLA, I started practicing right away as a defense attorney. One day I happened to find myself representing a gangster who’d been double-crossed by Nicolas Trask. Hoping to shake him up a bit, I spread a rumor that I had evidence that would put him away for good. It worked. Trask’s agents shot me, but Bruce, who’d been visiting, fought them off before they could finish the job. He broke into a doctor’s office and gave me a transfusion of his own blood to save my life.

It worked, kind of. I died, but Bruce, whose blood is… let’s just say it's got a little something extra, saved me. I came back to life, and when Trask’s agents came back, I changed. Suddenly those bullets just bounced off me and I was tossing them around like ragdolls. I’ve been like this ever since, and I have to say I like it. I’ve continued to practice law, but I have teamed up with others from time to time to deal with threats only people like us can handle. That’s how things might have stayed, until one day I rounded a corner and found myself in Wall.