Jennifer Meyer

My name is Jennifer Meyer. Both my parents are what could be called "Aryan" German, so I have the stereotypical traits of a German woman. Bright, blonde hair that falls to the square of my back and dark blue eyes. I have small, b-cup sized breasts, (which I sometimes sigh about) and a pretty good body.

I live in L.A. and I graduated highschool at the age of eighteen, and I enrolled in a community college. After two years, I figured that college wasn't the thing for me and I dropped out. I suppose it was good I did, because only a week later, I discovered my power. I suppose the best way to explain it is that I harvest the powers of nature.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that, when it's hot, I can make fire appear on my hand. When it's cold, I can freeze things. You get the idea. Anyways, it was while I was in my appartment that I first discovered my power. It was really hot that day, and my air conditioner was broken. I was trying to distract myself from the heat when I snapped my fingers and my couch caught on fire! I panicked, and after talking with the fire department, they said it was a simple electric malfunction.

I found it strange that my couch had just randomly caught fire, so the next day, I tried again. I went to the middle of McArthur and snapped my fingers. Nothing happened. As it would so happen, the day was much more mild, and so I couldn't make fire. I stayed there all day snapping my fingers, but still nothing happened. I guess I was stupid to try all day, because before I knew it it was night. It was cold and misty, and as everyone cleared the park, I soon found myself surrounded by a gang.

Naturally, one of the men tried to **** me. I screamed, and as I instinctively grabbed his arm, it froze over and snapped off! The other gang members freaked and ran away. From then on, I started expirementing with my powers, and I found that there were some side effects I had to worry about.

For example, on a windy day, I can run incredibly fast, but I can't control it. When I was in an airplane, I started levitating, and it took all my strength to hold myself down. It seems that the more powerful the power, the less control I have.

But to get to the present, as of right now I just got a job as part of the LAPD. They have me patrolling the streets of downtown L.A. It's dangerous, but the free gas is hardly a thing I can find to pass up. My partner's name is Emma James. She's my superior, twenty-six years old, long brown hair tied into a ponytail, and C-sized breasts. She has a black belt in three different martial arts, and pinpoint accuracy with any gun. Pretty much, she's the LAPD's definition of a perfect cop. As of now, she's driving us around L.A., looking for any trouble. Not suprisingly, crime is very easy to come across here. Something's going to happen before the day's end, but I wonder what.