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Name: Roberta Lee “Arlee” Garlake
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Power (If any): Superhuman strength, you would call it
Appearance:

At a glance, Arlee does not stand out from the legions of teenage runaways that flock to their Mecca of New York City. Her curly blonde hair, once bouncy and sheen, has become duller and limper, her blue eyes are sunken and constantly scanning for danger, and her full five-foot, ten frame is obscured by poor posture. In another life, with her heart-shaped face and flowing golden tresses, Arlee could be an attractive young woman in a girl-next-door way if it were not from her state of materialistic distress and her mutation. While from a glance, Arlee appears to be a normal teenage girl, underneath her wealth of hoodies, sweat pants, and other unflattering clothing, Arlee possesses the body of an Olympic bodybuilder, such as Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime. Muscles as big of your head and abs so firm you could grate cheese on them grant the young woman the ability to perform incredible feats of strength.

History:
Arlee grew up with just her father, a fiery Southern Baptist preacher who was prone to the extremes of the emotional spectrum, lambasting his congregation or celebrating his daughter’s achievements in nothing but the most empathic and heartfelt ways. Despite his many sermons preached on the unnatural phenomenon of Forams, his skepticism about the government’s mandated vaccines convinced him to pay a small bribe to have Arlee avoid the injection that could have prevented her manifestation.

For most of her life, Arlee Garlake lived a happy life in the small Alabama town that she called home. She played soccer, had sleepovers, and was tight with a sizable group of friends. That all came to an end when she was thirteen. With the onset of puberty came a far more unique development: Arlee began putting on an incredible amount of muscle mass, eventually developing a physique that looked as if should belong to Sylvester Stallone rather than a frightened teenage girl.

While she had always loved her father and knew that he loved her, his warnings of the danger that Foram posed caused her to believe that she would be disowned and kicked out of his house should he find out about her condition. To this end, she began wearing large baggy clothing that hid her growing bulk, even in the hot sticky Alabaman summers, confident that even the slightest glance of her ripped forearm would result in government agents swooping in and experimenting on her.

Because of the prodigious amount of food that she needed to intake to maintain her new form, many people assumed that Arlee was simply becoming, in the cruel parlance of her peers, the “fat chick”, and she did nothing to correct their perceptions. Her mounting unpopularity and unwillingness to participate in even the most basic of social activities eroded her friend group into nothingness. Her father also bought the ruse, especially since he chalked up her shift in behavior, dress, and diet to the process of a female development that he remained woefully ignorant of.

For awhile it seemed as though this deception could continue forever, but then Arlee faced the greatest danger to her secret yet: gym class. Physical education was a graduation requirement, and, as Arlee was entering her senior year, she needed to take it starting in the fall. Try as she might to beg for a reprieve, the school’s counselors were not particularly attentive to what they saw as the pleas of an overweight youth attempting to avoid exercise. With no other choice, Arlee spent the summer working as a waitress to save up some money and then ran away from home the day before school began.

While she started off without a destination in mind, Arlee eventually decided to make her way to New York City, her thought process being that it would be easier to lose herself in the largest city in the country. Though she would never voice the foolish hope, Arlee also thought that, with so many people, at least one of them would know how to “undo” her condition.

Now, months after leaving everything she knew to hop from youth hostel to youth hostel, and facing one of the coldest Decembers that the city had ever seen, Arlee seems no closer to the happiness and peace that she is seeking.

Personality:
Arlee was once a happy and bubbly girl, but that all changed with the manifestation of her mutation. Four years of concealing her true nature from her father left her skittish and withdrawn, even now that she is far, far away from her old life. Despite living on her own for a few months, Arlee is still woefully naďve of the everyday dangers of life on the streets, so focused is she on concealing her status as a Foram. That being said, there is still a trace of the bright personality inside of her somewhere, waiting for someone trustworthy to help bring it out. Arlee has never lacked for loyalty, and depending on who she is finally able to open up to, she could fall in deep with the wrong crowd.

Alignment (If any): Unaffiliated currently.
Other: If flying is the soy sauce of superpowers, superstrength is the bread.