Age: 22
Basics:
Bit sloppy around the edges, with a raggedy mop of auburn hair and a pair of muddy green eyes that convey a subtle anxiety that says Gillian is more likely to run and hide if you push a little too close to her precious wall. Not that she's at all socially inept, just noticeably awkward and quick to evade any subject centered around her; more so out of bad habit than actual shyness (not that many would think the latter of her). Her lanky stature and drab fashion-sense gives off a clear lazybones vibe, not helped by her above-average height that has given her ample reason to fuck up her posture in the hopes of not standing out. Bad backs? Pssh...
Hero or Villain: Hero in technicality more so than actual practice. Hey, if staying in Super-school gets the government dogs off her back she'll gladly get herself stuck twiddling thumbs in class.
Powers:
People can pressure Gillian into changing her callsign to 'Lady Luck' all they want, but so long as her own grasp on the lucky streaks that follow in her wake is as slippery as the next guy, she won't go for more than muttering "Serendipitous, like". If it's any consolation, Gillian is at least willing to accept that there's something odd about her miraculous luck. Ever since that faithful day she's missed out on three car crashes, won two bingo tournaments and hasn't had a daily run-in with a glass of beer being flown in her general direction. So it's a factor to think about, really.
To sum it up, Gillian's powers revolve around chance. Pure probability that something may or may not happen. It's not a matter of making things happen out of thin air. The pieces are already in place, it's just her powers that passively increase or decrease the likelihood of a certain outcome happening in place of another. The downside, though? Gillian doesn't seem to be fully in control of her gift, either bad or good luck strikes whenever she's near without herself lifting a finger for it.
How you got your powers:
Well, y'know, one moment some bloke has you at gunpoint stammering "money or your life". The next there's a suspiciously bullet-shaped hole in the wall behind you and a pair of cuffs on the poor sod who assaulted you. Didn't think much of it at the time, but his hands hadn't seem to shake so severely when he first put the gun to her face...