Character Profile: Marin Beta-White

Marin Beta-White (マリン・ベータホワイト)

Superhero Name/Title: None

Real name: Marin Beta-White

Powers/Abilities Description:
-White Charge (electricity control and superspeed)
-Ctrl+Z (can rewind time up to 90 seconds in the past, used to undo both hers and others’
movements)
-Werewolf (exactly what it sounds like)

Outfit Description: She wears a white lab coat which occasionally is stained with blood and other
chemicals. She also occasionally wears safety goggles. She wears a red shirt underneath her
coat and wears tight navy jeans often.

Normal Occupation: Laboratory Staff

Strengths: Can easily outmaneuver and confuse enemies who aren’t aware of her abilities, and
even those who are. Very powerful against those without the Fourth Dimension ability (able to
see through time manipulation).

Weaknesses: Fourth Dimension users, groups that stick together, not getting her coffee in the
morning

Personality: She acts very friendly and comparatively average to people she doesn’t know, but to
closer friends she acts rude and sarcastic. Most know to take it as a joke. When pressured, she
goes into a psychopathic frenzy, attacking and killing anything that stands in the way of her goal.
She also goes into her werewolf form in this state.

Other information: Fourth Dimension counters any time-based ability, such as Ctrl+Z or time
stop. It generally belongs to members of the Beta family line. It’s up to you whether you think
Marin is a hero or a villain- it really depends on the viewpoint.

Some think of heroes as those who have lived through the worst of the worst from the beginning-
I like to think that isn’t true. I was born into a higher class family than most- both my parents were
athletes who were paid highly. Since my parents were always away, my sister Arufa was the
prominent role model in my life. She attended the war school my parents attended, called Atlas,
and I was set to go there starting when I turned 13. My parents were both gifted with
superpowers- my father could move at supersonic speed and my mother could levitate objects
of any size. As I grew up, I found I could replicate the speeds my father moved at, but I could not
levitate objects like my mother could.

The year before I began attending Atlas, my sister disappeared without a trace. She went to
school one day and never came back. I told myself every day that maybe she would come back
tomorrow, or on the Friday after. Maybe she had just decided to stay on school grounds to study
for something. My entire family continued to operate without her, but we still clung to the hope
that one day she would come back. We got word from the school that she had been put on
death row for war crimes and that she had disappeared soon after. I believed her to be dead.

I graduated from Atlas quickly, two years ahead of my colleagues. I went to college at Cleveland
State University and graduated after four years. I applied for a job at a laboratory nearby and
worked my way up the ranks. I rented an apartment just down the street and started working
overtime to earn my paycheck, which was considerably lower than some of the workers under
me. When I was working there, I found that my supersonic speeds allowed me to easily control
the flow of electricity in both the air, the ground, and even from artificial sources. Not that it
earned me any extra cash.

I was assigned to the simulation department, where I met the love of my life, Mason. We worked
together on many projects, but I wish I had treated him nicer back then. I didn’t even recognize
my own feelings for him. We were then assigned to what was almost certainly the most fatal and
destructive experiments in the history of the laboratory. We summoned subjects from other
worlds (which I didn’t even know we could do, might I add) and ran a simulation on some of the
most powerful subjects we could find- a half-dragon tiefling, a shapeshifter warrior, a warrior of
the sky, a savior and genocider of many worlds, and an ice god. Someone really screwed up in
the selection department, though, so we ended up with a (mostly) normal human instead of the
ice god.

Said ‘normal’ human was my sister from ten years in the past, exactly when she had
disappeared.

In the time while I mourned for my sister, I developed an ability that sprouted from that longing to
see her again- I learned to turn back time using alternate realities. I chose to call this newfound
ability ‘Ctrl+Z’ since it acted like an undo if I did something wrong. As I observed the simulation, I
watched as what was supposed to be a positive relationship between the subjects quickly
became chaos- constant violence, threatening to kill each other. I cut the simulation short to save
them from themselves, but the shapeshifter and my sister managed to break out of their cells by
taking advantage of the poor development of the systems. Without knowing, they attacked me
and nearly killed me. I decided then that just because Arufa was my sister didn’t mean she
wasn’t just as much a threat as anyone else- so I committed to capturing her and the others
again.

Then they went and killed Mason.

They managed to escape from the labs through the portal we summoned them from, but I sent
two hunters to eliminate them if possible. I knew Arufa was set to die whether she was sent
home or not, so I didn’t worry too much about her. Before I knew it, my mindset had totally
shifted. After years and years of longing for her to come back, I suddenly never wanted to see
Arufa’s disgusting face ever again. I committed to the story that she was the ice god we had
intended to bring, but the only special thing about her was her strange ability to see past my
undos from Ctrl+Z.

That’s all in the past. I saved the labs and possibly the world from what could have been certain
destruction, but I don’t feel like a hero. I heard one of the robots say I was diagnosed with
extreme psychopathy at only age 16, but I could never see it myself- I lived, I laughed, I loved, so
how could I be a psychopath capable of murder? Who’s to say I ever stuck a scalpel through my
sister’s throat or snapped someone’s neck?

My father told me once that as long as I did the right thing, everything would be alright. But
sometimes, the right thing and the wrong thing blend together in once murky mess, and
suddenly, murder seems like the right thing to do…