>>5458627Sarena Rosenberger. More commonly known by your shortened name Rena Rose. Age sixteen. An average high school girl of Jewish origins. Remarkably smart for your own age, you were more or less a plain jane in every other aspect. For as long as you can remember you live in a metropolitan district known as Jump City. Sitting on the long coastline of California, Jump City is well-known for being a comfortable residence. Bustling with vigorous energy, it was quite a charming if not quaint scenery with its booming populous.
With surprisingly light traffic, clean streets, countless shops fitting various interests and convenience, and no shortage of entertainment venues, it’s a city that most of its civilians consider themselves extremely lucky to call home. Backed up by a trusted and well-supported police force, it’s honestly no wonder why the civilians are happy to live in this metropolitan. However, even the most robust and sturdy locations weren’t immune to the ever-changing winds of fate. Despite the security, there was always something happening in Jump City for better or worse.
Like its citizens, you called this place your home, again for better or worse. What you can recall out of the past sixteen years of your life was a relatively average life. You did just about what any resident would do. Such activities as playing at the beaches and parks, exploring the countless buildings in the shopping arcades, watching films in one of the many theatres around, enjoying the rides and games on its massive pier, to even just eating at the local pizza shop at the town center. Aside from the occasional trips elsewhere, you more or less spent your entire life here.
Living the best life that you can manage you spent most of your time in a large two stories house. Own by the settlers that were your ancestors, it was a place that was within your family for about a century. Or at least you assumed, it might possibly be older. Not that you could tell since it was well preserved and frequently refurbished to stand the tests of time. You were the middle child of a family of six. Two of which were fraternal twins whom you called your youngest siblings. As for the eldest sibling, he was already on his way to college.
With your father a police commissioner and your mother a negotiator, you were often left to your own devices. Even having to babysit your siblings. Although those times were soon coming to an end as they were now in the seventh grade. Like clockwork, everything ran exactly how it was supposed to. Leaving you to feel relatively bored out of your skull. Alas, that was the price for peace in these times. Unlike places such as Metropolis or Gotham, there was a severe lack of super-criminals and villains. On the other side of the coin, there was a sharp absence of heroes.