Early Life:
Nayare Saville is one of the many in this world who never knew a life without powers. Born to two metahumans in London, England, her ability to lash lightning through the air was already bestowed to her by right of birth. Though her mother decided to keep her own abilities secret and her profile low, her father made a name for himself as an ambiguous savior and the head of an software company's UK branch.
As she navigated the awkwardness of school life while learning the ins and outs of electrical powers, her father propositioned her into a life of heroism--or so she thought. Now, her afterschool activities consisted of tagging along with her father on missions throughout the city.
It was during this time her teleportation abilities manifested. Nayare somehow was able to blink from place to place, and even blink items into her hand from several streets away. That was when she went from being a tag-along to a key part of her father's process.
As she entered her teenaged years, she adopted an alias and donned a suit. Over time, the jobs her father took her on became more complex and more dangerous. It was around this time she realized she was helping her father take down business rivals. His ideas were radical and revolutionary, and as the years passed, his ideas became hers as well. Ideas and an unhealthy amount of gaslighting from him.
One day, he did something unforgivable, and her faith in him was splintered beyond repair.
She had felt the law gnawing at her heels throughout her teen years thanks to her father's methods, but now they were a roaring sinkhole looking to swallow both of them up. Left at a crossroads, she picked the only option she thought might have a future associated with it: Turning him in.
Nayare was spared imprisonment only by virtue of her cooperation leading to an arrest. Even so, she was stripped of her citizenship, and estranged from her mother. For all intents and purposes, her life as she knew it was over.
Early Adulthood:
Now eighteen, and left with nowhere to go, she sold what few shares of her father's company she held and left the UK. Her next home would have to be a place where her exploits were, at best, an off-hand mention in a BBC article. As she ran down the list of candidates, the most logical and practical option seemed to be the US.
Specifically, Millennium City.
It was a long climb back up when she moved in, taking what jobs she could on both the heroic and civilian level, making pennies on both counts. She went from apartment to apartment, mostly in Westside, picking up the scraps other heroes left behind to make ends meet and make a name for herself.
Her luck changed when the Gemini Battalion found her. It was her first real group to accept her. Suddenly, she was getting jobs throughout the city and get paid decent money for it. With the pay and the group's resources, she was able to find a more permanent residence and begin building an arsenal to assist in her heroic endeavors.
Present Day:
Now in her mid-twenties, Arc Tempest isn't exactly a household name, but the work still comes in on a regular basis. Her work isn't known for being the quickest or the cleanest, or even the most consistent, but the results often speak for themselves. Hostage or rescue situations are quickly resolved through teleportation, and her electrokinesis takes care of the rest.
While in her striking, retro-flavored tights, Arc Tempest can be an imposing force--provided the person is aware of how lethal her abilities have the potential to be. She stands tall despite being only 5'9", the perception of her height altered somewhat due to her bolt-upright posture and tall boots. The suit's tailored fit betrays a woman who works actively to maintain her athletic physique, and while not a bodybuilder by any stretch, she still looks like she could defend herself in hand-to-hand combat if necessary.
Outside of the suit is a different story. Despite being from a relatively wealthy background, one would never know it by looking at the casual and aggressively regular attire she's often seen in. In street clothes, she's more convincingly 5'9", and her posture adjusts to the fact she no longer has to appear threatening to anyone. Her ivory skin and glowing azure irises tend to be among the traits noticed first when off-duty, as is her luxurious blonde hair that sweeps at her back.
Far from being the first face that comes to mind when speaking of charismatic personalities, Nayare sports a dry sense of humor and an outspoken nature that tends to get her into trouble more often than not. Never afraid to be outwardly vulgar, her list of close friends is somehow even smaller than the number of grand heroic achievements under her belt.
In spite of this, she has the potential to be loyal, both to her peers and to her friends, though her emotionally withdrawn nature would never let that fact slip out into the open. Not one to be loving or tender even at the best of times, she'd at least show up if you were on fire. Maybe even put you out.
As a result of her turbulent upbringing, she still carries with her a gray morality that battles with whether or not it wants to be heroic or villainous. For reasons known only to her, she isn't above being tempted by the right offer to carry out the wrong jobs--though this fact is deeply hidden from public viewing, particularly that of her employers. Sometimes, the right offer is simply the notion of it being fun.