Soleil

Soleil died, once, under neon skies, struck by a lightning bolt in the early hours of morning. Her family mourned. Five years later, she's still running from the Reaper’s scythe, burning time with every uncontrolled jolt that runs through her fragile human body.

They call her Livewire — the electric girl, the one who fights for the abandoned. A wandering star. She makes a mockery of cartoon heroes with each leap and bound she carves into the air, a wry smile on her face as the battle rages on.

Or, well, she did. Past tense. No one knows where she is now.