I have officially become a Whoovian! And as an official fan I of course had to make an OC. May I present the Lady.

Prologue

Before Mom gave me up when I was two she told me a little about my father. Like the fact he wasn't human. And so neither was I. She told me that I would age differently, that I might… change… and I would always be smarter, quicker witted, and other aliens would seek me out because of who my father was.

Second she told me to always remember the value of life… all life… but that I should always protect myself and the innocent. That I should protect myself because even though I was only half, my father and I were the last of our kind.

Third, she told me to never reveal my true name. The name she gave me that had significance and power. I would always be fascinated by stars, and travel, and I could never tell anyone my name.

And finally she told me that no matter what people told me about her or father he was a good man and a hero. That he was still out there but it was up to me to find him. To learn who I was from him. And she always always loved me.

With these four things she kissed my forehead and they took me away.

It wasn't a month later an American family adopted me, fascinated by my genius. My adoptive parents called me Elizabeth but I told people to call me the Lady because I wanted to remember my British roots.

By the time I was thirteen I had graduated college with full honors. That was also when my father's genetics started to kick in fully. I could tell I should make something or if it would disrupt the time stream. I could speak and understand languages I'd never heard before… and the aliens started coming for me.

One good thing about being the trophy baby to filthy rich people? They were never home and I had a really high budget when it came to inventions.

First thing I made? Deflector bracelets. Kinda like Wonder Woman's. So sue me. I was raised in America.

Mine were slightly modified. They appeared as half inch platinum bracelets until activated then the top half would separate and form a sonic shield of immensurable strength from my wrist to my elbow.

Learning to use them came naturally enough as well. The most difficult tasks for me wasn't the aliens, the parents, the school, the inventing, no, the most difficult part was the hiding physiological differences.

For example? Two hearts.

Somehow I managed until I turned eighteen. I was then old enough to keep my word to mom and look for my father to help teach me who I am.

Well as I said this is merely a prologue CH1 is much muuuuch longer. Anyway R&R lurvlies. And please remember also that I am American by birth and southern by birth… like redneck southern. And not the good kind. I am still starting to learn more about cultures and English lingo is among them. If it's not right forgive me I'm still working on it.