Finally sat down and wrote an origin for Lavender...only about 3 years later than it should have been written :)

Origin

December 31, 1999. 11:55 pm

She didn't want to come to this New Years Eve party. Her friend Cindy asked her a few days ago, "So, where will you be on New Years Eve? With Mommy and Daddy? You should be at MY party. All MY friends will be there. We'll have such fun because my parents will be partying somewhere else." Try as she might, her father insisted that she be at the celebration thrown by Mr. Simon. There was no way she could get out of it.

Still, it didn't turn out to be as bad as she thought. Oh, the evening started out like that -- being introduced to a bunch of OLD people by her Mom, having to act the perfect lady...BORING! But, as the evening wore on she caught the eye of a first year Harvard student named Christopher. And, he was cute! They spent much of the evening together, talking and dancing the night away.

Risking a look over at her parents, they nodded their approval. That was almost enough to kill any mood she was in. Her parents approval? Yuck! "Still, he is cute," she thought. "I'll dance with him a little while longer."

The band stopped playing as they all counted down the last few seconds to midnight. "'The dawn of a new millennium' they say," she thought. "Big deal. But, at least I can have some champaign!"

The crowd chanted, "..5..4..3..2..1..0...Happy New Year!" The band started playing, people were singing, champaign corks were flying, confetti and streamers filled the air, and something which felt like a mild electric shock passed through her. Feeling dizzy, she nearly fell. Christopher caught her.

"Terri, what's wrong?"

"I don't know", she said. "I need to sit down for a moment. I need air."

"Ok, here, this way", he said as he led her to the balcony. The January night air was invigorating.

"Sorry. I don't know what happened. I felt dizzy for a moment but I'm fine now."

"That's ok. This isn't the most lively party I've ever been to either", he said as he took off his jacket and put it around her.

Terri giggled and looked into his eyes. He frowned slightly. "Terri, in this light, your eyes almost look, well, purple! Here, turn this way. Yes! They are purple! I've never seen eyes like yours. They're beautiful!" Pulling her closer, they kissed. Terri fainted.

---

She awoke up to the sounds of three different doctors (surgeons) dressed in tuxedos fretting over her. "Terri, I'm Doctor Sorenson with Grady. Lay still for a moment." She did as he asked as they checked her vital signs. She could see her parents. Their faces held concern.

"Terri, I'm Doctor Isaacs with Emory. Do you have any idea what could have caused you to faint?"

"I don't know," she said. "I did have some champaign."

"How much?"

"A couple of glasses, I think."

"Terri, I'm Doctor Farrington with John Hopkins..." said a third doctor.

"Alright, already!" she said. "I'm fine. Just fine." She stood up.

The three doctors glanced at each other and shrugged. "Mr. & Mrs. Hollingsworth," Doctor Farrington pronounced, "your daughter's vital signs are normal and she should be ok. I think the champaign may have had something to do with her condition."

"...And, the stress leading up to the Millennium also no doubt was a factor," said Doctor Isaacs.

Not to be outdone, Doctor Sorenson chimed in, "Plus, I bet it's been a long time since her last real meal. Still, I recommend that you keep an eye on her and have her see me in my office this Friday." He handed Charles Hollingsworth his card.

Seeing that she was ok, the crowd that had gathered started to melt away back to the party.

"Terri, are you ok?" asked her father.

"Yes, Dad. I'm fine" she said as she smiled.

About 45 minutes later, when she was dancing with her Dad, she managed to slip the doctor's card out of his jacket pocket and throw it away. "NO WAY am I going to see a doctor if I can help it!" she thought.

---

3:45 am.

She tossed and turned in her bed. Like a person in the desert thirsting desperately for water, she was craving something but she couldn't figure out what it was. Earlier she discovered that the cravings were worse the farther inside the mansion she went. She felt better on the balcony but it was too cold and she had to come in. Turning the lights on helped too but then it was even harder to fall asleep. She felt weak as a kitten.

It was then that she thought about the tanning bed downstairs in the exercise studio. The urge to get in the tanning bed and turn it on full force was weirdly strong. She thought to herself, "That's crazy!" But, after a few more minutes of tossing and turning, she couldn't stand it anymore and made her way downstairs.

The relief was immediate as soon as she turned on the tanning bed. Setting the timer for 3 minutes, she lay down and closed her eyes.

She awoke an hour later. The craving was back but not as strong as it was before. Reaching for the timer she discovered she was floating in the air. A lavender glow enveloped her body. Shocked and surprised, she sat up and flew across the room! Moments before she would have hit the wall, she somehow halted her headlong flight and wished she wasn't flying anymore. Suddenly, she wasn't and she fell to the floor with a yelp. The lavender glow cushioned her fall. No bruise, no scratch!

Using the tanning bed one more time, she then went back upstairs and fell into a deep sleep.

---

Over the next few weeks she discovered it was ultraviolet radiation/light she was needing. If she spent more than an hour away from an ultraviolet source, she became weak. But, as soon as she found a source she felt fine. She also moved her bed next to the window and always kept the shade open so that the ultraviolet light from the stars would always be there for her body to absorb.

During this time she also became familiar with her newfound powers. She had the ability to solidify ultraviolet radiation/light. This manifested as the ability to fly, form a force field around her, and project a force wall. She could also see in the ultraviolet spectrum.

With all the problems being experienced with Millennial enhanced beings in Atlanta, she kept her powers secret from family and friends. When the city put out a call for Millennials to act as police officers, she responded but, at the age of 17, was too young and so was rejected. A year later the call came again when the Knights were knocked out of action. She applied again and was accepted. Since then she has become a member of the Atlanta Squires, the Knight's B-Team, but is rapidly moving towards being a full member of the Southern Knights.