Glory Wilted

## Origin

Born to a middle-class mother and a father, Glory Never Wilted didn’t necessarily get the best last name, but her middle name was a blessing to her. Growing up under the reign of the Supreme Alliance, Glory never saw much conflict between states. She and her family lived in political peace for most of her time growing up.
However, within the lack of conflict, stories were still prevalent around the dinner table and brisk evenings. Throughout her childhood, Glory found herself fascinated by these tales. Stories of conflict, war, man’s greatest achievements, and of intervention from afar. Tales of organizations that worked along with aliens and the powerful Time Lords that showed themselves every now and then. Though, her favourite were the stories of her grandmother—who had fought in World War IV under the Icelandic Alliance (Someone who had always been and continues to be a great inspiration for Glory). They all fascinated her, and sparked a desire to learn more about Earth’s own history—and where there could have been interventions.

School wasn’t anything remarkable. She did well in her studies, but more often than not they bored her. All she took interest in was her history and science classes, and learning more about what had come and how the present worked in comparison to the past. It was marvellous to see just how far human beings had come in a few millennia. Though coming home bored and tired on many an occasion, Glory spent her evenings buried in books and learning as much as she could about what fascinated her. After some years, she passed her studies and moved onto what one might consider to be a “normal” life. She began work as a waitress in a multi-species welcoming bar. There, her quest for stories continued. She often talked to weary travellers about their long nights spent in the stars. And of those claiming to have met and spoken with the Time Lords. At the end of every shift, whist scrubbing tables until they shone, Glory found herself reminiscing of days gone, and of her bleary future. But one day, a certain visitor would change all of that.

He was a Time Agent by the name of Charles. A striking figure with laid back caramel hair, green eyes, and a well-kept uniform. He had come in all beaten up, though, it wasn’t an odd sight, so no one paid him any heed, aside from Glory. Seeing the vortex manipulator on his wrist, and the uniform, she shoved him a pint of their strongest ale while she tended to his wounds. As thanks for her tender kindness, Charles changed Glory’s life forever.

While she disinfected his wounds and between winces, the Time Agent told her of his life, and how he had gotten so beaten up:

 “You should have seen those creatures... They were so evil—just like the stories say. Like metal monster those Daleks... There they were before me, I wanted to laugh at first, but... but they killed my partner, and then I knew they were after my blood. I never expected to be the one of the Agency sent to stop those blood-bathers. The cuts, well, those are just wear and tear from trying to outrun them. One fatality was enough, I wasn’t about to stand for a second.”

Glory listened carefully as Charles explained the horrors he had seen. How he had even gotten into a skirmish with the Daleks, how he had survived, and most importantly, about the Agency who had sent him. Talking until the store prepared to close, Charlies finished his tales, sliding Glory a small rectangular card: his contact info.

 “I think you’d do well at the Agency, Glory. You seem like the perfect candidate. After all, they’ll be looking for a replacement for my partner sooner or later... I’d love it to have a kind face around the place.”

Picking up the card gingerly and reading it with care, Glory slid it into her pocket, gripping it tightly in her hand to keep it safe and unbent. Saying their goodbyes, Charlie went on his way, leaving Glory’s mind to be distracted for the rest of the evening shift.

The following week was very difficult indeed. Glory spend plenty of time musing over the card given her, near-hesitant to call the man who had shown her such kindness in exchange for her own. The idea of an agency so powerful called to her. This was her dream! She could take up arms like her grandmother had, but not against other men, no, against far more than that. She wouldn’t be praised as a hero, but it was better than rotting away in a boring job where people only swooned at her, rather than treat her as a person. Hesitantly, she had called Charlie and asked him further questions about the Time Agency. He had taken the time to explain to her exactly what to do, and where to even find the Agency. Together, they made plans to take Glory to the Time Agency headquarters and speak to whomever was in charge there. Glory could hardly wait.

Soon enough the day came, and Charlie arrived within her apartment in a zap of light blue. On his wrist a Time Agent’s vortex manipulator. Smirking, Glory took his arm and the two disappeared in a similar fashion.
Arriving at the Agency, Glory had an ample opportunity to look around the place. Charlie was more than pleased to take her under his wing, and get her a coffee while they waited for his superior to see Glory. They weren’t waiting long, however, as soon the three got to sit down and discuss Glory’s potential future at the Time Agency. Upon hearing her interests and skills, Glory soon found herself smiling ear-to-ear, and being told that her life would never be the same again. Her training as a Time Agent was to start immediately.

Glory loved every moment of it. The uniform, the textbooks, the extensive drills. The Time Agency soon became what she lived for. Charlie was quick to take her under his wing, and give her further advice himself. Overall, Glory did very well in her training, and within a few months, not only were Charlie and herself close friends, but she was now a full Time Agent.

Dawning her own Vortex Manipulator and weapons now, Glory finds herself often excited by going out into the stars and correcting the timelines—in addition to little adventures of her own. Her friendship with Charlie continues to grow, as does her involvement in the Agency. Glory isn’t necessarily well-known, yet, but she tries her best to be of use. With still an awful lot to learn through experience, Glory would never turn down an adventure, and when the universe calls, nothing goes to voicemail.

## Weapons

A modified human blaster, customized to have it’s own shell and handle (Picture). Standard issue vortex manipulator (Modified to have different colours) (Picture). A touchscreen flip-phone that carries minor damage, but has a signal most anywhere save for empty space.

## Strengths

Glory is a team player. Able to put her head towards a task and see it through to completion, she proves to be a vital team member when on dangerous missions. Glory is also well skilled and versed in many of Earth’s times and places. However, it’s hard to know everything. But to her, it’s hard to know what to fix in the case of a timeline fault if you don’t even know what really happened.

## Weaknesses

Glory has always had a vulnerable heart, metaphorically. She can be easily be swayed to allow her emotions to take the better of her. Also, being new to the Time Agency scene, Glory still has a lot to learn. She doesn’t do well on her own, but rather, prefers to have someone by her side (ideally another human). She’s always suffered from bad anxiety, and is easily startled. However, generally speaking, there isn’t much on Earth that bothers her.