Wilhelmina Schwartz

Registry of the Evolved Database

File #11 Nov 2010 12:42

Summary

Name Wilhelmina Schwartz Aliases Status Registered Evolved (Tier 0) Ability Unmanifested Gender Female Race/Eth. German Birthdate September 16, 1993 Age 17 Height 5'5" Build Athletic Eyes dark brown Hair brown Residence NYC Employment Call Centre Parents Wilhelm Schwartz (alive) Maria Schwartz (alive) Siblings Elder Brother: Martin Schwartz Marital Status Unwed Children None First Seen Sam Eye Am Last Seen Profile Daughter of two immigrants from East Germany, Wilhelmina has a German accent despite having lived in New York City her entire life. When the bomb happened, the building Mina was in fell on top of her. While she survived, her right foot and lower leg where lost due to the injuries.

portrayed by Emma Watson

Background

Once upon a time there, no wait. That makes this sound like a bloody fairy tale. It's not.

It's my story, and if it was anywhere near a fairy tale, I'd be happy. Or happier anyway. My name is Wilhelmina Schwartz, call me Mina.

Unusual name, huh? Well, that's because my parents are from East Germany. They're permanent residents of the US of A now, and they got out of Germany and married within weeks of the fall of the wall. That's before I was born though.

A few years later, I was born. September sixteen, nineteen ninety three.

My childhood wasn't all that special, school, friends, etcetera. I lived in Harlem, which as you probably know, isn't all that great an area, but it was okay, you know?

Even if I was a bit of an outcast, what with my accent being obvious, and being one of the few white kids at a predominantly black school, I was happy.

Of course, that couldn't last. Of course it couldn't. When the bomb went off, my life came tumbling down. As did the building I was in.

The building took my lower right leg, and nothing would ever be the same anymore.

It was tough. I had to get a prosthetic, therapy, and all. Worse? The few friends I had didn't even bother with keeping friendship.

So not only did I have to deal with losing my leg, I also had to rely on myself, and just myself, to pull through. My parents were too busy working to bother, both of them had - and still have - two jobs to keep up with.

So I started to retreat back into my home. I was ushered to a support group for people who lost limbs, but they all seemed to dwell in their handicap. Not me, I just wanted to, you know, lead an as normal life as I still could. I didn't WANT to be treated as a cripple by others, so why should I treat myself like one?

Still, it was tough. A thirteen year old girl shouldn't be losing their leg, they, we… shouldn't need to have to worry about stuff like that.

So yeah.. I wanted to find those responsible and strangle them… if they were still alive. Not a good thought for a thirteen year old, but you know? My life just got RUINED by those folks.

As I started to slowly get my life back on the tracks, these guys… the 'Evolved' came out of the closet. Told us all what they really were.

I… wasn't ready for that news. So I hated them. Blamed ALL of them for the loss of my leg. Not just that Sylar dude who supposedly arranged the explosion.

I made no secret about it either, loudly telling everyone that the Evolved were to blame for my handicap.

As the year neared its end, though? I slowly came to grips with the fact that the Evolved didn't have a choice about the matter….

… and that most of them weren't really to blame either. And I remembered something my mother used to tell me…

'Don't blame the group for the action of one'

While I didn't make it as loudly known that I had accepted the Evolved… I didn't complain or whine about them anymore either. Damn whiny kid, I was.

I started to do better in school, too. A different one than when the bomb went off, because the old school had too many stairs to climb.

By summer… I started to look for a job, I was fifteen anyway, and my parents couldn't afford to give me a high allowance…

A hateful telemarketing job was found… but hey? It was money. Money was good.

And in my spare time, I went to help around. Became a volunteer in a soup kitchen for the homeless.

Met some guys there who were pro-evolved, started to talk with them… at times, I almost thought it felt like a job interview.

Which it bloody was.

Early 2009, getting close to two years ago now.. I was curious about myself, and despite what I'd heard from the guys in the soup kitchen… I went to get tested.

I had to know, I told myself. I just had to.

Turned out I was one of the Evos. Joy.

My parents, of course, didn't have time to talk about it. Work, work, and more work. Eastern European labour spirit and all.

So I went to the my friends in the soup kitchen to talk. And then they decided to put me to use.

Apparently they were some sort of group called the Ferrymen.

At first, my jobs for them were low risk courier jobs. After all, I am a minor, and they weren't sure they could entirely trust me. So for my AND their safety, the jobs were easy, and far between.

I got a lot of moral support from them, though.

As time passed, and things seemed to get progressively worse for me and my fellow Evolved?

I got more and more anxious to help out for real.

But just a few days before I planned to ask… a classmate got his hands on my registry card.

Cue bullying as they had a nice new target.

I just couldn't deal with it anymore, and I dropped out of high school.

This made me scared to help out again.

But over time, the desire to help grew, and you know? It's time.

I'm ready to help out more. Yes, I'm still a minor, but I can't let that hold me back. This isn't just about me, this is about making the world a better place.

So let's start making the world a better place..

Okay?

Psych Profile

They tell me I'm a nice girl, that I'm a smart girl. I know it's partially true, especially when there's nothing special going on. When I'm relaxed.

I like to play games, watch television, and read. When I'm not working or volunteering.

I loathe my job, but it allows me some freedoms I wouldn't otherwise have, like keeping up to date wish fashion and buying new games.

Now, a side of me that fewer people are aware of is what happens when I'm stressed. I get snarky, sarcastic.

Expect me to vomit up sarcastic commentary when I feel like I need to at such times.

Luckily, this doesn't happen often. I'm not easily stressed… after all, there's not a lot of things that are worse than losing your leg… which I did.

Oh, by the way? Don't pity me. Yes, I lost a leg. I moved on. I'm not dwelling in that unfortunate day, and please, don't make me.

Also, please remember that the Evolved are people too. I can understand being afraid of them… but really, they're a minority. If the government wanted to, they could kill them all, honest.

Now, I'll admit that that process won't be pretty, and that it'd be a war… but it would happen. The Evos can't win if we make it a war.

So let's not turn it into a war, okay? Some of the people I hold dear are Evolved, and I'd hate to see them go.

Registration is something I'm iffy on… I know it helps subdue people's fears, but… I think making it mandatory is a bad idea.

I know, people with such powers walking around unchecked can be scary… but for every person with majestic powers… there's a dozen with really innocent ones.

Just my two cents, ya know?

Evolved Ability

I have yet to discover my potential.

"Don't pity me. … I said, don't fucking pity me."

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