"I didn't grow up in this world, but I was shown what it could be. What it should be. I was the last act of a man who was desperate to save us all. His last chance to make it right. I won't waste it."
Protector of the World
Twenty billion people on a shining beacon in the night, a fragile world filled that was once filled with hope for a more perfect future, now arrived. Here at the Aegian station, in stationary orbit around the north pole, Ivara watched the world with a fondness that began long ago. Raised by her grandfather, a Primarch of the Aegian Defense Corps to protect the whole of the Earth, she knew from the moment that she could walk that she would be standing for others as much as herself. She and others like her, different and powerful, had been raised to keep this world safe. In the arctic training grounds below them, teenagers played with powers that would make them gods, but always with responsibility and the knowledge that the whole world was watching. More than that, after just a few training missions to stop those who would seek to disrupt the pristine haven that was modern Earth, she could feel the belief of the world behind her. It was a belief that fueled her power, sent her spirits high, and allowed her to become a symbol to the whole of the world in only a few months.
A violent coup stopped.
An asteroid strike averted.
An alien invasion dissuaded.
All a lie.
“You’re ready, I think. As ready as you’ll ever be. I wish there were more time. For me. For you. I need you to do something for me, Ivara. Just one more thing.”
Her grandfather, Erik, had been the one, founding rock in her life, raising her when her parents had passed. Teaching her of loss and how precious life was. Showing her a harmony, where discord might seek to rule. Whenever she would look at him, she would see the sun staring back at her, someone who had seen the dark past but was sustained by a bright future. Until now. Worn and weary, tired in a way she had never seen him before, she took his hands in her own and knelt before him where he sit sunken into his chair. Behind them the stars turned in a slow dance to the station’s spin. His eyes seemed vacant, and he struggled to speak. “More time? Grandfather? What is it?”
His two words sent her eyes rolling backwards, to another place all together. Back to Earth, but not the one below. Instead she woke to the slide of metal, of her incubation pod opening to to the frigid arctic air. In the throes of panic and in the grasp of misunderstanding, she found herself toppled to the ground, unused to her body in the real. Erik, shriveled and older than she had ever seen, was there. To comfort her with a blanket. To tell her the truth. The world was not the utopia she was meant to protect. The Phage. The war in Genosha and Wakanda. The history of mutantkind that did not have a resolution based in mutual peace. It harrowed her to the core, for in all her time in the simulation mean to show her the world as it should be, she could barely fathom the world as it was.
It took them some time to come to terms, even if Erik did not have much time at all. It is why he had brought her out of her training before she were ready. Why he had to show her this truth in such a hurried way. She had worshiped him as an ideal to strive for, and he had lied to her for her entire life. But in the end she could not turn from him, and held his hand as he said his last.
“I fought long and hard, darling girl. Myself, and other like me. The world certainly saw us as heroes or villains, and crumbled in the wake of our misdeeds and failures. I’m sorry I could not have raised you here, but you needed to see, and it was the only way to make sure you had everything you needed. Training. An understanding. I might have only been the man to fuse your DNA together, to raise you in a digital world, but know Ivara that I love you, and this world can learn to love you too. You must be the light. The path forward, from darkness, towards a bright future. Be their shield, their Aegis. Show them the way to the world I raised you in.”
Ivara buried him below what was left of the Aegian station, not some shining emblem in space, but little more than a research outpost overtaken by the ice and snow. A place filled with the machines that had created her, a meager living quarters, and news feeds from around the world. The tears might have turned to ice on her cheeks as the sun blazed across the ice, painting the station in light that would last for months at a time. She missed him already, and for all that he had wronged her in showing her a world that did not exist, she understood why.
No one knows the perfect way forward, but everyone knows the wrong ways they took to get where they are now, and the path they had in mind when they set out. Erik showed her his vision of the future, let her live in it, and though it was not real, it was the path he wanted her to see. With fists at her sides and the ice rumbling around her with a power she had not tapped in the real world, her eyes burned as bright as that relentless sun before she powered into the sky and towards the rest of the waiting world, resolved to be it’s protector. Resolved to see Erik’s vision made true.
Ivara Lee Armstrong was created to finish the work of a man who believed himself a failure, and though his methods to assure this might have been somewhat banal, his idea to send the world a protector to help usher forth a better future is rooted in a desire to do good.
She is a fusion of DNA from two exceptionally powerful mutants in Monet St. Croix and Bennet du Paris, and though both were psychics and telekinetics, she mostly inherited Monet’s physical capability with some potential to access Bennet’s power, though the genetic splicing means her psionically powered strength and fortitude will never become true telekinesis.
She is a fish out of water. Morally upright in a world that might not be. Shocked by it’s state, and surprised by the bright gleam she sees beneath the tarnished veneer. She is, above all things, hopeful, and looks to bring that hope to the rest of the world. If anyone ever asks her who she is or where she’s from, her answer has a poetic truth, bundled in that hope. She tells them that she is from the future.
Paragon Protector (Monet and Exodus Hybrid)
Ivara was created to be a champion for the whole world, and infused with a moral fiber that may be rare in a world on the brink.
Weight of the World
Ivara cares about you. Yes, you. Personally. And everyone else, too. She believes everyone deserves the chance to pursue their happiness, with a hope and naivety both that will give an enemy a second chance, and in general makes her vulnerable to those who will not hesitate to use others as a ploy or shield. In addition, she was a living promise to this world by the man she knew to be her grandfather. Her love for him makes her want to be a promise kept, and will do anything to see his vision realized.
Never Give Up
In her fight to protect another, Ivara is do or die. This can come with an immense amount of guilt, when she inevitably fails to save her fragile charges.
Fish out of Water
The digital world Ivara was raised in was not like this one. Clean, pristine, and devoid of any of the problems of the real world, it was an ideal future that has the very real effect of leaving Ivara hopeless with modern social norms, or the nuance of some of the world's problems that can't be solved with a good heart and a right hook.
The Hope of Others
Like Exodus, Ivara can be empowered by those around her or felled low by their loss of faith in her abilities. With the eyes of the world turned towards her she might be an unstoppable bastion of soul, if not body. But she may just fall if they look away.
Power Suite One: Psionically Empowered Body
Like her DNA doners Monet and Exodus, both bastions of immense psionic power, Ivara has a body infused and empowered by a psionic field. More than a shield that reinforced or strengthens her telekinetically, she is utterly infused with this power that pulses from the core of every living cell in her body. It provides her with strength, fortitude, and the ability to fly, and the potential to unlock other abilities related to her parentage in the future.
- Flight - You may fly. Use Athletics to overcome obstacles or create advantages related to flight.
- Supersonic Flight - Your movement action in conflicts moves you up to 2 zones.
- Super Strength - +2 Physique in all situations that require pure strength.
- Master Super Strength * 3 - There’s strong, and then there’s you. - +6 bonus to Physique in situations requiring pure strength.
- Super Toughness - Armor:2 against any purely physical damage.
- Implacable - You gain Armor:4 against physical damage.
- Physical Recovery - You recover from all physical stress
- Extra Action - You can split your shifts between two different yet related actions adding a +1 to each action
- Dense Body - Like one of her progenitors, Monet, Ivara has a super dense body, psionically empowered body. - Ivara weighs almost a ton, and has to take care interacting with objects that might care about her weight. In addition, if disabled, it may not be so easy to pull her to safety.
- Bulletproof - You can, at will, shrug off any amount of physical stress from a single source—bullets simply bounce off your chest, uselessly. However, the damage is reflected into your environment; bullets gotta go somewhere, after all.
A signal from ... somewhere ... triggers people to attack. It's not pretty.
A mysterious EMP triggers some violent changes to random people and Aegis, Jericho, Ian and Kaylee find themselves caught in the middle of it.