The mocking air of a distinguished man infected his chiseled features at the nickname. Mr. Handsome was a way better super hero name, the kind women swooned after. “Oh my, Miss Lady, your compliment has disarmed me.” he mumbled with a deep, dramatic bow.
Peter looked out on the horizon as the newborn rays of sun kissed the ever flowing white caps of salt water that stretched vastly out in front of them.
“Why are you even out here this early on a Saturday?”
a twinge of sarcasm danced upon his upturned lips.
“You have a lonnnngg night or something?”
His bow made her chuckle, he certainly was a funny person. She considered herself lucky that she stumbled upon him, especially at this hour. She was too nice for her own good and God knew it was a miracle nothing bad had happened to her so far in her life. She followed his eyes as he stared into the open, cloudless sky. The view was rather nice, she thought, and she wondered if Vietnam would ever have sunrises as beautiful as the ones they had here, in New York.
“Oh, no, I just felt like… taking a walk. Watching the sun rise. Alone and far away from crowded places.” She explained, crossing her hands over her stomach and leaning against one of the wooden pillars of the pier. “But, I mean, you’re not bothering me, you can stay.” She quickly added, feeling like her previous statement was a bit rude towards him. “And… what are you doing here at this hour?” She asked, tilting her head curiously. “You look like you had a long night.” She added with a smile. Oh, she hoped this didn’t come out rude either. But he really looked like… some guy who liked to party. And dye his hair. And do all kind of wild stuff.
Peter himself had received a draft letter, but of course would never let them catch him alive. As he meandered down to the shore, his mind wandered off to reminisce about the times he’d taken for granted. He loved walking around this early in the morning; when nothing lingered around the corner, and nobody could give him any more judgement than he gave himself.
He spotted a girl, who came slowly into view as he took a few steps in her direction. He grinned once he saw her glasses laying on the ground, and without provocation, picked them up.
“These ones here?” He mocked as he slid them over the bridge of her nose. “Doesn’t look like you were missing much. Besides I’m way more handsome whenever you’re not wearing em’, so…. who needs em anyway?”
Unlike many of the unfortunate souls who had been drafted against their will, Lillian had volunteered to join the war effort. Dropped her medical studies just a few months ago to offer her services as a military nurse. It made her present attitude even more unjustified - but she couldn’t HELP feeling that way.
She saw the silhouette approaching and felt the familiar, cold feeling of the spectacle frames on her nose, and her eyesight became clear again, her eyelids blinking rapidly as she adjusted herself to the dim light of the morning sun. She stared all the way up to her savior, shrugging a brow at his… rather original appearance.
❝ No, trust me, you looked weird. And blurry. ❞ She got up on her feet, staggering a little, an embarrassed smile on her lips. ❝ Thank you. You saved my day, uh… ❞ She didn’t know his name. Obviously. ❝ …Mr.Handsome. ❞
The draft letter came in the mail this morning, and for perhaps the first time in her life, Lillian was stressing out. And when she was stressed out, she did stupid things. She was walking on a piers near the sea and dropped her glasses. She sighed and knelt down, her hands fumbling around trying to find them, but to no avail.
Without realizing it, she was also crawling dangerously close to the edge of the piers.
Then she saw a blurry silhouette a few meters away from her and decided to call them for help.
❝ Excuse me, please, I… I dropped my glasses, can you help me? ❞
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BIOGRAPHY
about.
name Lillian Natalie Parr. codename The Essence. age 68, but appears to be about 20-21 physically. Ages extremely slowly since she became Essence. gender cisgender female. orientation demi-pansexual.
bio.
Lillian Natalie Parr was born on August 27th, 1948, to an Irish mother and an American father. She had always been known as the kind, pure-hearted, selfless girl in her neighborhood. As soon as she could, she joined the military after pursuing a short year of medical studies. She went to serve the troops as a military nurse in Vietnam - she'd always be kind to the soldiers, never hesitating to give away her food portions to those who needed them most, trying to cheer them up, assist them, keep them company. She made no true difference between victims and invaders during her deployment time, going as far as to help wounded Vietnamese civilians and children, much to her superiors' disapproval. One day, she was sent to help a battalion on the field, but they got surrounded and massacred by an unexpected Viet Cong offensive. Everyone perished, Lillian included, as she was shot several times.
However, a few seconds after Lillian died, a small, glowing white flower blossomed near the palm of her bruised hand. From the skies above, someone, something, had taken pity on her - on the purity of her soul, the sacrifice of her every acts. The benevolent force took possession of Lillian's body, bringing her back to life as a new being. Lillian was not truly human anymore, she was not truly herself either. Part of her soul was still here, but merged with another soul, another ethereal, other-wordly being. Many more white flowers bloomed around her as she rose from the battlefield - "Essence" was now her name. Though Essence was peaceful and a life-giver, what she saw around her horrified her, to the point that she unleashed her anger and sadness on every Viet Cong soldiers who was still in the area, white creeping vines strangling them, blinding them, killing them as brutally as they killed Lillian and the rest of her battalion. Her rage sated, Essence ran away.
After this day, Essence kept serving in the military - though many found similarities between her and Lillian's previous self, no one understood who she was, and she, herself, did not give away her 'identity' either. It did not take long however until the SHIELD (aka, HYDRA) learnt about her and sent representatives on the field to learn more about her. When she sensed something was wrong about them, she became hostile - but was outnumbered and outpowered rapidly. Severely wounded, she faded into a flower, and the SHIELD captured her, sealing her into some sort of magic and kinetic-proof glass globe.
2014. The true identity of the SHIELD has been unveiled - the headquarters are under attack. Essence has been their prisoner for over 40 years. But when the ground shook under the weight of the battle above, the globe in which Essence, in her flower form, was contained, fell on the floor and started rolling and banging against the walls. It awoke Essence from her forced slumber - she turned back human, breaking her small prison in shards, and escaping the vault just in time before the rest of the building collapsed on it. Still a bit shaken, she stumbled outside the headquarters and almost got crushed by a gigantic piece of the building, but was saved just in time by Falcon. She quickly understood what was happening and joined the fight, though still weakened by her slumber she did not last long and was picked up by Fury and Black Widow and stayed in their helicopter until the end of the fight.
Shortly after the events of the Triskelion, Essence met the rest of the Avengers - with Clint Barton deciding to retire, they offered her to take his place. She agreed, unsure what else to do in this world she was not familiar with - but making clear she'd always fight for good, fight for life, and not for death.
She was present during the events of Age of Ultron, and during the Civil War as well, siding with Iron Man/Tony Stark.
tl;dr.
Essence is a half-human, half-goddess / otherwordly being. She used to be a regular human being, very kind and benevolent, and served during the Vietnam war, where she died and was brought back to life by an unknown ethereal being who took pity on her. She got captured by the SHIELD and remained imprisoned under her flower form in a glass globe until 2014, when the headquarters of the SHIELD got destroyed. Essence is now a member of the Avengers.
personality.
Kind. Soft. Benevolent. Caring. Selfless. Kind-hearted. Emotional.
She's a bit innocent. Tends to take everything literally. Has a hard time understanding sarcasm.
abilities.
Essence's abilities are based on life, rebirth, and light:
- She can summon glowing white vines, they're very resistant and can be used to fight (eg: to strangle or beat someone, or to restrain them)
- She can infuse life into recently deceased small animals and small plants.
- When she's severely wounded, Essence can choose to retract into a small flower. In that form, she can heal herself progressively and then regain her human form whenever she's ready.
