Hotfoot

Hotfoot, aka Bree Cris. She is a genetically altered human.

Description
As Hotfoot: A teenaged girl with milk-chocolate skin, black dreadlocks, and a toned, athletic body, wearing a short black leather jacket with half-length sleeves over a black leather halter top, tight red leather low-rise pants with a black belt, black fingerless gloves, black running shoes, a red domino mask, and bright red lipstick.

As Bree: A teenaged girl with milk-chocolate skin and black dreadlocks, wearing well-worn clothes a few years out of fashion. She usually has some sort of food in her hand.

Origin
A few months ago, Bree was walking from school to meet Chaz and the other Spitfires, when a group of Hellions surrounded her. They grabbed her and put a bag over her head, and she felt a needle in her arm.

When she woke up, she was tied to a bed, naked except for the bag still over her head. What came next seemed to last forever (she later determined that it was about 3 days), as she was abused by what seemed like every Hellion in the city. During that time she was allowed no sleep, no food, and only a few sips of water. It finally ended with another needle.

She woke up this time in a Next Generation lab, to the sounds of alarms, shouting, gunfire and explosions. A nearby explosion shattered cabinets full of vials, showering her in broken glass and fluids. It was when she tried to shield her eyes that she discovered she was shackled to the bed, and dressed only in a hospital gown. Another explosion in the next room brought clouds of greasy black smoke accompanied by screams. Choking on the smoke, and with blood oozing from a myriad of small cuts, Bree screamed, calling for help. That's when, with a crash, the door went flying across the room, and one of the biggest men she'd ever seen came in. He wore a hoodie that looked 3 sizes too small, and a bandana over his face against the smoke. His huge muscles made short work of her restraints and, tossing her over his shoulder, he headed back out they way he had entered, away from the noise and smoke.

Solomon Wright (AKA Havoc), had seen some capes assaulting a Next Generation lab. He slipped around back hoping to grab something useful in the confusion. Once he got inside though, he heard a girl calling for help. Solomon sighed to himself, why couldn't anything be simple? The door the screams were coming from also had smoke curling out around the edges, so he wrapped his bandana around his mouth and nose before kicking the door in. There was the girl, chained to a hospital bed, while more screams followed the smoke from the next room. Looking around, Solomon saw that just about every container in the room had been shattered, and it looked like the girl was wearing the contents. The smoke was getting thicker, and flames were visible around the edges of the door to the next room. It was time to go. He grabbed the only thing in the room worth taking - the girl - and got out.

Once the man had carried her outside, away from the smoke, Bree started to get her breath back. Between waves of pain that felt like she was on fire, she choked out, "Please. No cops. No hospital," before the next wave carried her into darkness.

Stopping in an alley off Harrisburg Lane, Havoc set the girl down and finally got a good look at her. She had passed out, but she was breathing easier. Her dark skin was discolored from all the chemicals that had splattered it, along with blood from the many, many small cuts, some still with pieces of glass sticking out. The hospital gown she was wearing was ruined - he'd have to find her something to wear. But first he had to get her off the street. A brief call to his boss, and he was on his way again, taking her to a safe house. And that's where they stayed. Once he'd pulled the larger glass shards from her wounds, he tucked her into a clean bed and removed the hospital gown. Then he grabbed a beer and a chair. An hour later, he noticed that some of the remaining glass pieces were now protruding far enough from her wounds for him to pull them out, and that the wounds themselves looked smaller. Solomon was halfway through eating his MealPak(tm) when he heard a crash from the other room. The girl was standing in the middle of the room with the blanket from the bed wrapped around her. The chair had been knocked over, and the ruined hospital was in her hand. "Where am I?" she shouted, "Where are my clothes?" A split-second later, she was in his face (he hadn't even seen her move), shouting "What the hell is going on?" Suddenly, the fist she was waving in his face was wreathed in flames!

Bree's hand was on fire! Forgetting everything else in her panic, she ran, screaming, to find water. The second door was the bathroom, and she plunged her flaming fist into the toilet. She held it there until the flames went out. Once she had calmed down a bit, she realized that her hand didn't hurt, and she couldn't see any signs of burns either. It was then that she heard the man's voice coming from outside the room, "When yer done in there, come on out and we kin talk. There's a robe behind tha door." When Bree came out, wearing the robe, the man - Havoc - told her what he knew about what happened to her. "I dunno what ya was exposed to, but it's changed ya. Ya got powers now." They moved to the kitchen, still talking, and he heated up a MealPak(tm) for her. After a few more hours, Havoc convinced Bree that she should leave the Spitfires and become a vigilante, "doin' what the police can't...or won't."

The next day, Havoc went out to get some clothes for Bree, while she stayed in the safe house, practicing with her new-found powers.

Since then, Bree has finished High School, and enrolled in the local Community College. She has kept her powers secret, and continues to meet with Havoc for training. Havoc has also helped Bree get a job as a courier (she doesn't know that his unknown 'boss' owns the courier company, through a front).

Powers
Hotfoot's powers fall into two categories: Fire and Speed. Her flaming fist power allows Hotfoot to deal fire damage in HTH combat as she runs. Her speed powers allow her to easily dodge attacks, recover from injury, run quickly (even across water or up the sides of buildings), and change into her costume in a flash.

Personality
Bree is sassy and independent, with a distrust of traditional authority figures. She's also usually 'food-zoned'. Hotfoot exists to do some of the things the police can't (or won't).

Relations
Bree keeps in touch with Havoc, whom she considers her mentor. She's still on good terms with her ex-boyfirend Chaz, and might call him if she needs his help. She has developed a grudging respect for Victory, starting with the Porter's Moon incident, and growing stronger through multiple "alternate histories" they've both ended up involved in, along with Korkoro, Dreamgirl, and others.

History
Brianna "Bree" Cris grew up in the heart of Colonial Bay, just a stone's throw from Main Street. She lived with her mother, Bianca, and her older brother, Benjamin. She never knew her father. Six years ago (when Bree was 12), Benjamin was killed in a drive-by shooting by a group of Harrisburg Hellions, and the cops did nothing except claim that he had probably been a gang member and deserved it. That's when Bree joined the Spitfires for protection and payback. It was while running with the Spitfires that she learned about the local underworld, how to boost cars, and how to play pool. It was also where she met Chaz, and the two became close.