Darkness cannot drive out darkness...only Light can do that.
REAL NAME: SNOW CHRISTIENSEN
BIRTH DATE: FEBRUARY 29
BLOOD TYPE: O+
WEIGHT: 129 LBS
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE
LAND OF ORIGIN: NORWAY
FIGHTING: AM – 50
AGILITY: SP – 70
STRENGTH: RM – 30
ENDURANCE: RM – 30
REASON: RM – 30
INTUITION: RM – 30
PSYCHE: EX – 20
APPEARANCE: RM – 30
KARMA : 360
LIGHT MANIPULATION: IN – 40
HYPER INVENTION – TY – 5
TRAVEL : GATEWAY – EX – 20
CLAIRVOYANCE: RM – 30
MARTIAL ARTS: A
LIGHT AURA: I
LIGHT CAGE: I
GREATER FORCEFIELD: I
LIGHT SABER: I
Snow Christensen was the only daughter born to Jorgen and Anna Christiensen. They lived in a tiny village in the northernmost tip of Norway called Odenheim. It was such a small village you couldn’t even find it on a map. The town celebrated the “old ways”, shunning all things modern, including medicine. One extra cold and rainy autumn came and with it a plague. It started by taking most of the young, old, and infirm. Trusting in magic proved useless. Soon, the healthy and strong began to grow sick and die, as well.
In an effort to save their little girl, Jorgen and Anna took Snow to a priest of Odin. He recommended the Christiensen’s give Snow up for a Frith Ritual, hoping to bring about their goddess of peace with Snow as the vessel. Willing to try anything to save their child, the Christiensens agreed. The priest began the ritual and light flared around the child. As the spirit descended upon her, Anna snatched her back just as the light touched her, afraid of what might happen. She took Snow and ran back to the village.
Days passed and there was very little change in the girl. The five year old seemed happier and much calmer than she had been, but nothing more. Her parents continued to watch the people in the village die in groups of 4 and 5…until the day the plague came to their doorstep. Jorgen took ill first, quickly followed by Anna. Jorgen decided that if he was going to die, it would be trying to save his family. He bundled them up and hitched their sled to their faithful malamute and they began the twenty-five mile trek to the nearest town. Anna died 2 days outside Odenheim. Heartbroken, Jorgen left her body to the ice and snow that had begun falling and carried on with his daughter.
In a dramatic entrance, as Jorgen entered the town, a week later, he fell in a heap just inside the city limits, taking his daughter down with him as he had been carrying her on his back. The child couldn’t revive her dead father no matter how hard she tried and her screams and cries brought several people to see what the commotion was about. No one in the town had any room to take the orphan in and she was soon sent to live with some relatives of the town mayor in London, England…the Kinnemonts.
Snow remained a happy, calm child as she grew up and her foster family grew to love her dearly, treating her as their own and raising her with their own young son, Jordan. They lived in the upstairs apartment of the dojo they own on the edge of Battersea in London. Snow showed tremendous aptitude for martial arts and various forms of self defense. She amassed a pretty impressive reputation in the martial arts world and earned enough money to put herself through college, majoring in social work.
Eventually, Theodore and Gretchen Kinnemont grew too old to teach and run the dojo and left it to both Snow and Jordan. Snow stayed on to teach only the most advanced classes and run the business end of the dojo while Jordan taught all other classes. Although they run a successful dojo, it barely more than covers the cost of running it as both of them also have “days jobs” and can not fully devote themselves to the work. As long as the dojo remains open, however, Theodore and Gretchen are happy with their efforts.
Then came the day Snow learned she was different. She was barely 20 when she and Jordan took a trip together to the village where she was born. Almost impossible to find and on the verge of giving up, they decided to camp for the night. They had a guide of sorts who knew of the village but had never been there and agreed to help them try and find it. That night, as Snow sat in her tent meditating, her mind slowly began to wander…roaming the lands around her…then, suddenly as if her mind was being pulled, she was dragged across the snow covered landscape (noting landmarks as she went) until her mind saw the ruined and desolate village. Wishing desperately to be there she focused all her will and attention, unknowingly forming a portal beneath her until it opened and she fell through, landing with a hard thump in the middle of the village.
She was met by none other than the Odin priest who looked her over silently…his brow furrowed as he examined her. “You have grown…” he said in a gruff, almost surprised voice.
“Ye-es, Elder?” she answered at a complete loss.
“They didn’t have faith, so their village died…your parents. You were to be a savior here. Now you will be one in a realm far away.” He told her in the same gruff voice. He stepped forward and touched her forehead. Light and color exploded from the touch and she was wrapped in it, gloried in it. Suddenly she knew her purpose…to be a savior! And just as quickly the light vanished and she passed out, waking up in the tent at her campsite…her first thought was to tell Jordan, but then she thought better of it. Superheroes tended to have short lifespans…their loved ones even more so.
Snow Christensen looked around at the devastation surrounding her. The “superhero” known as Harbinger destroyed so much. So many lives were lost and so many more would follow in the aftermath. Snow had decided to help with the rescue efforts and clean up. She had a secret that no one else knew that made her perfectly suited to the task…she, herself, was a superhuman. Her ability to manipulate and create light helped her locate people trapped in the rumble and her ability to create portals helped her to get to them and whisk them safely away. She had already rescued dozens of people this way with none the wiser…even working alongside the known superheroes. She even saw Wyvern a few times lurking in the shadows as Snow was on the night crew. So many lives lost…
A few weeks later Snow found herself working at the very spot she helped to rescue so many people. She was a community organizer and Battersea was her assignment. She had fought, and fought hard, to get assigned there. The Harbinger Incident had left a hugely negative impact on the city and she wanted to help make it better. She organized volunteers and raised funds to help with rebuilding and improving Battersea. She was extremely successful too, until Big and the heroes destroyed it again. She was back to square one, but she always enjoyed a challenge and never let her sunny disposition falter.
When Battersea was pummelled for the third time she knew it was time to do something more than just community organizing. It was time to become the hero she hoped others would be. When Excalibur advertised tryouts for a new superhero team she knew it was her chance….