Libby Sharp.  Library Studies student.  I'm a redhead so that means I'm a spitfire.  Or something like that.  I go to college.  I'm 19.  A sophomore.  I'm dating a senior.  He plays football.  He's nice to me.  I'm not sure I love him though.  It's just ... my life is complicated.

I grew up on Cape Cod in Massachusetts.  My parents were always supportive of me.  They wanted me to be a good person.  Civic duty, that was always important to them, and they taught me the importance of community service.

I wanted to study Physics, but my college adviser, Professor Wilson, suggested Library Studies instead.  He said he thought I'd enjoy that more as a career, that Science was no career for a nice girl like me.  I went along with it, just like I always do.  I don't make waves, or swim against the stream.  Work hard, and your work will be noticed and rewarded.  That's what my dad taught me.

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Tempest.  Mistress of the Stormforce.  I'm actually a brunette, and my eyes are just fine without glasses.  Oh.  And I have superpowers.  I also fight crime -- well, that's the idea anyway.  It's not like flying around and calling lightning makes you a particularly amazing crime-solver.  Super-smell or x-ray vision would be a lot more useful.  But if the city is threatened by Science Monsters on a rampage, or a fleet of Fourth Reich Zeppelins, I'm your girl.

I grew up on Cape Cod in Massachusetts.  My parents taught me how important it was to control my powers, and to only use them for the Greater Good.  I feel like they held me back a bit, that my powers could be a lot more than I use them for, but I think they were right to hold me back.

Sometimes, when I call up the Stormforce, I can feel it fighting me.  It's like riding a bull.  Sometimes, the best I can do is hang on.

I don't know if I'll have time for being both people.  I'll have to choose someday, which is me, and which is just someone I'm pretending to be.  But for now, I'm still trying to work it out.

Maybe I'm something different altogether.

I guess that's why people go away to college, right?  To find themselves.  I just happen to be flying around Thunder-Punching Giant Apes while doing it.