Most Important Superpower

I think it is invulnerability. Simply because most of the physical stuff our girls' do wouldn't survive without it. There would be no heavy lifting without it, no super-sonic flight, no super-speed, and especially nothing involving injury.

What do you guys and gals think?

For me it's both invulnerability and super strength. Just can't have one with out the other.
But... If I had to pick just one superpower, I'ed pick... ummm... I'ed pick... ummm... Them one.

Well, super strength is a staple! Being an Exercise Physiologist, the mechanics of bionics has always irritated me. How do you have an arm strong enough to flip a car and not have the supporting system to make sure it doesn't brake?

I love me some invulnerability. Nothing like the image of bullets shattering against the silky-smooth skin of a supergirl, rockets exploding uselessly against her, a big rig smashing into her and not surviving the experience.

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Of course, super-strength and flight give her more opportunity to get into situations where she can demonstrate her invulnerability.

Thats why you cant have super strength with out invulnerability. Infact you may need flight as well, coz how can you lift an aircraft carier with out the ground giving way beneth you?

Mybe thers no one inportant power but a combination of powers.

jnw550 wrote: Well, super strength is a staple! Being an Exercise Physiologist, the mechanics of bionics has always irritated me. How do you have an arm strong enough to flip a car and not have the supporting system to make sure it doesn't brake?

How about this one?

There is also this .

Or, as Power Girl would say: "The bullets tickle."

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Depends on how strong the girl is. The stronger she is the more resistant to damage she would have to be. Though you can have a character that is super strong but not completely invulnerable. Likewise you can have an invulnerable girl who isn't super strong. For me the two are definitely intertwined but super strength is definitely at the top.

Super-strenght of course. Then flight.

I like the whole "flying brick" package, but if I had to pick an order, it would probably be something like:

Invulnerability. (Love those bouncing bullets)
Strength. (When the shooting stops, it's her turn)
Flight. (Nowhere to hide when she can swoop down from the sky)
Speed. (Sometimes she likes to catch the bullets)
Laser Vision. (She doesn't always get her hands dirty)
Breath. (She'll huff and she'll puff and she'll blow your house down)

Here are my thoughts in the form of a short vignette and a picture:


Jim Madson screamed as the Xenic Mark 2 heavy laser fired, the agonizing pain of its peripheral electro-mag field sending fire through every nerve in his body — and he was behind the weapon and inside the shielded area. Yet if anything on Earth was going to stop the black-garbed alien, this was it.

The unholy beam, which had proven capable of boring through miles of solid rock, which had vaporized M1A1 Abrams tanks, which had blasted drone aircraft into a puff of smoke at fifty miles range, which had even burned a small crater on the surface of the Moon, hit its target.

He screamed in hopeful victory… this was humanity's last chance for freedom.

At first he saw nothing, but slowly his dark glasses adjusted. Squinting through the glare, he was horrified to see that the woman who’d declared herself Goddess of Earth, Ursa of Krypton, was still standing there, her head leaned back, eyes closed, as she absorbed the Earth-shattering power.

Disturbingly, he’d impulsively fired as the crosshairs had intersected her right breast, which as usual was nearly bared by her deeply cut black uniform. His mouth fell open as he saw the impact point glowing white hot, a red glow slowly spreading outward. Within seconds, her entire boob was glowing red hot.

“For the love of Christ, she’s fucking absorbing the power!” he heard Pete Phillips gasp. He was the other technician on the project. “Shut it down, Jim, shut it down!!”

Jim remained frozen in place despite his friend’s cries, his palm still resting heavily on the firing button, disbelieving what his eyes told him — she was actually enjoying the blast. And then he remembered what this Kryptonian criminal had done — laid waste to the capitals of four major countries, including Washington DC, and killed thousands of government leaders.

He’d be damned if he was going to stop firing on her!

He pushed the button even harder, as if he could wring more power from what had everyone considered the ultimate weapon.

Terrifyingly, Ursa slowly opened her eyes as the tens of megawatts of coherent photons continued splashing harmlessly against her chest, her blue eyes glowing now as if lit from inside. She casually reached up to open the right side of her uniform wider, baring the rest of her already glowing chest to the full force of the horrific beam, and began to slowly walk toward Pete as he stood on the far side of the firing range. The laser began swiveling to track her, and Jim hastily jerked his hand from the firing button now. But it was far too late.

Ursa smiled evilly as she paused twenty feet from Pete. He was cowering in the corner of the range, covering his face with his arm, his clothing and hair smoking from the heat that reflected from that perfectly round, brilliantly glowing yet invulnerable Kryptonian boob. He heard Pete scream as Ursa stepped closer and closer, the lethal heat igniting his flesh as it began to melt the concrete wall behind him. Usra paused a foot from the burning man, her hands on her hips, chest bared, as she slowly turned her upper body left and right until the reflected heat had burned all his flesh away, leaving nothing but a crumpled pile of bleached bones in the corner.

Then she slowly turned to face Jim, the same smile on her lips. The glow had faded only slightly as walked his way. Terrifyingly, he knew there was nothing anyone could do now to stop her. This had been humanity’s last chance, and she’d defeated the ultimate destructive power of mankind with nothing but the softest curve of her body. A body that was obviously made out of some kind of star-stuff.

When the horrible heat finally reached him, his hair burning and skin boiling, he was almost glad — he would at least be spared having to watch the enslavement of all mankind.



Shadar

Anon wrote: For some reason I don't htink the package is truly coomplete without a bit of super-senses.

You are correct, of course.

The super-senses allow her to detect and neutralize even the tiniest theoretical threat in a fraction of a heartbeat.

shadar wrote: Here are my thoughts in the form of a short vignette and a picture:


Jim Madson screamed as the Xenic Mark 2 heavy laser fired, the agonizing pain of its peripheral electro-mag field sending fire through every nerve in his body — and he was behind the weapon and inside the shielded area. Yet if anything on Earth was going to stop the black-garbed alien, this was it.

The unholy beam, which had proven capable of boring through miles of solid rock, which had vaporized M1A1 Abrams tanks, which had blasted drone aircraft into a puff of smoke at fifty miles range, which had even burned a small crater on the surface of the Moon, hit its target.

He screamed in hopeful victory… this was humanity's last chance for freedom.

At first he saw nothing, but slowly his dark glasses adjusted. Squinting through the glare, he was horrified to see that the woman who’d declared herself Goddess of Earth, Ursa of Krypton, was still standing there, her head leaned back, eyes closed, as she absorbed the Earth-shattering power.

Disturbingly, he’d impulsively fired as the crosshairs had intersected her right breast, which as usual was nearly bared by her deeply cut black uniform. His mouth fell open as he saw the impact point glowing white hot, a red glow slowly spreading outward. Within seconds, her entire boob was glowing red hot.

“For the love of Christ, she’s fucking absorbing the power!” he heard Pete Phillips gasp. He was the other technician on the project. “Shut it down, Jim, shut it down!!”

Jim remained frozen in place despite his friend’s cries, his palm still resting heavily on the firing button, disbelieving what his eyes told him — she was actually enjoying the blast. And then he remembered what this Kryptonian criminal had done — laid waste to the capitals of four major countries, including Washington DC, and killed thousands of government leaders.

He’d be damned if he was going to stop firing on her!

He pushed the button even harder, as if he could wring more power from what had everyone considered the ultimate weapon.

Terrifyingly, Ursa slowly opened her eyes as the tens of megawatts of coherent photons continued splashing harmlessly against her chest, her blue eyes glowing now as if lit from inside. She casually reached up to open the right side of her uniform wider, baring the rest of her already glowing chest to the full force of the horrific beam, and began to slowly walk toward Pete as he stood on the far side of the firing range. The laser began swiveling to track her, and Jim hastily jerked his hand from the firing button now. But it was far too late.

Ursa smiled evilly as she paused twenty feet from Pete. He was cowering in the corner of the range, covering his face with his arm, his clothing and hair smoking from the heat that reflected from that perfectly round, brilliantly glowing yet invulnerable Kryptonian boob. He heard Pete scream as Ursa stepped closer and closer, the lethal heat igniting his flesh as it began to melt the concrete wall behind him. Usra paused a foot from the burning man, her hands on her hips, chest bared, as she slowly turned her upper body left and right until the reflected heat had burned all his flesh away, leaving nothing but a crumpled pile of bleached bones in the corner.

Then she slowly turned to face Jim, the same smile on her lips. The glow had faded only slightly as walked his way. Terrifyingly, he knew there was nothing anyone could do now to stop her. This had been humanity’s last chance, and she’d defeated the ultimate destructive power of mankind with nothing but the softest curve of her body. A body that was obviously made out of some kind of star-stuff.

When the horrible heat finally reached him, his hair burning and skin boiling, he was almost glad — he would at least be spared having to watch the enslavement of all mankind.

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shadar wrote: Here are my thoughts in the form of a short vignette and a picture:


Jim Madson screamed as the Xenic Mark 2 heavy laser fired, the agonizing pain of its peripheral electro-mag field sending fire through every nerve in his body — and he was behind the weapon and inside the shielded area. Yet if anything on Earth was going to stop the black-garbed alien, this was it.

The unholy beam, which had proven capable of boring through miles of solid rock, which had vaporized M1A1 Abrams tanks, which had blasted drone aircraft into a puff of smoke at fifty miles range, which had even burned a small crater on the surface of the Moon, hit its target.

He screamed in hopeful victory… this was humanity's last chance for freedom.

At first he saw nothing, but slowly his dark glasses adjusted. Squinting through the glare, he was horrified to see that the woman who’d declared herself Goddess of Earth, Ursa of Krypton, was still standing there, her head leaned back, eyes closed, as she absorbed the Earth-shattering power.

Disturbingly, he’d impulsively fired as the crosshairs had intersected her right breast, which as usual was nearly bared by her deeply cut black uniform. His mouth fell open as he saw the impact point glowing white hot, a red glow slowly spreading outward. Within seconds, her entire boob was glowing red hot.

“For the love of Christ, she’s fucking absorbing the power!” he heard Pete Phillips gasp. He was the other technician on the project. “Shut it down, Jim, shut it down!!”

Jim remained frozen in place despite his friend’s cries, his palm still resting heavily on the firing button, disbelieving what his eyes told him — she was actually enjoying the blast. And then he remembered what this Kryptonian criminal had done — laid waste to the capitals of four major countries, including Washington DC, and killed thousands of government leaders.

He’d be damned if he was going to stop firing on her!

He pushed the button even harder, as if he could wring more power from what had everyone considered the ultimate weapon.

Terrifyingly, Ursa slowly opened her eyes as the tens of megawatts of coherent photons continued splashing harmlessly against her chest, her blue eyes glowing now as if lit from inside. She casually reached up to open the right side of her uniform wider, baring the rest of her already glowing chest to the full force of the horrific beam, and began to slowly walk toward Pete as he stood on the far side of the firing range. The laser began swiveling to track her, and Jim hastily jerked his hand from the firing button now. But it was far too late.

Ursa smiled evilly as she paused twenty feet from Pete. He was cowering in the corner of the range, covering his face with his arm, his clothing and hair smoking from the heat that reflected from that perfectly round, brilliantly glowing yet invulnerable Kryptonian boob. He heard Pete scream as Ursa stepped closer and closer, the lethal heat igniting his flesh as it began to melt the concrete wall behind him. Usra paused a foot from the burning man, her hands on her hips, chest bared, as she slowly turned her upper body left and right until the reflected heat had burned all his flesh away, leaving nothing but a crumpled pile of bleached bones in the corner.

Then she slowly turned to face Jim, the same smile on her lips. The glow had faded only slightly as walked his way. Terrifyingly, he knew there was nothing anyone could do now to stop her. This had been humanity’s last chance, and she’d defeated the ultimate destructive power of mankind with nothing but the softest curve of her body. A body that was obviously made out of some kind of star-stuff.

When the horrible heat finally reached him, his hair burning and skin boiling, he was almost glad — he would at least be spared having to watch the enslavement of all mankind.

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Awesome. The master at work.

Superstrength is the most enjoyable to watch, but the invulnerability has to go with that. For instance, if a woman was invulnerable, but not super strong, couldn't you collapse a building around her? She wouldn't be hurt, but also not strong enough to dig herself out.

Anon wrote: That and the always creepy chasing scenes, with the UG slowly striding throguh the scene while the victim of the minute tries to hide from her.

The warehouse was dark, although he knew that the woman hunting him could see as well in pitch darkness as he could in bright sunlight. He crouched in a hiding place that he had made from a half dozen crates. Hoping that the solid wood could protect him from a being who could punch her way though a battleship.

He tried to breathe quietly, knowing that the relentless superwoman could hear a pin drop from a distance of twenty miles. He could do nothing to silence the rapid beating of his heart, however. He might as well have been shouting "Here I am! Here I am!" at the top of his lungs, because she could hear every beat of his heart as if it were a drum.

She circled around his position, not giving on that she knew exactly where he was, relishing the increase in his pulse as she came ever so closer. She might not even have to lay a single, super-strong finger on him; his heart was close to giving out, so terrified was he of being discovered.

In one rapid motion, she leaped up and over the crates surrounding him, landing in front of him. Her nose inches from his. "Peek-a-boo," she said, "I see you."

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Okay, you may think I'm a little sick, but even though I love strength and invulnaribility, speed and senses, one of the biggest thing in it is some kind of superintelligence So of course that doesn't work out in many cases I just like it.

I'd have to pick invulnerability. I've all ways figured with just invulnerability would come a certain degree of super strength. I don't know how strong a totally invulnerable woman would be, but with invulnerable skin, muscle, bones, tendons and so on would make her stronger than a normal person. and If I'm wrong well it's my fantasy right.

Risatara wrote: Okay, you may think I'm a little sick, but even though I love strength and invulnaribility, speed and senses, one of the biggest thing in it is some kind of superintelligence So of course that doesn't work out in many cases I just like it.

"Here is how the game is going to work. We will compete in a math quiz. If I answer the question first, then I get to break one of your bones. If you answer the question first, then you don't have one of your bones broken. I know that's not really fair, but I'm making the rules and I could kill you in a microsecond if I wanted to, so suck it up. By the way, my brain is about ten million times faster and more powerful than yours, so good luck answering even one question before I do. Ready, set, go!"

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I do also love the laser vision/heat vision. I know it's not a core power and it seems a bit out of place with the other powers (really, she shoots laser beams out of her eyes? How does that even work), but I love the options it gives to a super lady. Sure, super-strength allows her to throw things at people, at supersonic speeds, but laser-vision gives her a ranged attack that is unique. She can burn, broil, bake and lobotomize, all with one little squint of her baby-blue eyes.

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While this is hardly a superpower, it is one of the compelling characteristics of superheroines to me... youth. To be young yet have a mature super-body along with the immense responsibilities (or evil opportunities) that come with super powers. To still be wrapped up in figuring out the world and people around you while you are saving (or destroying) it.

Here's an unusual PG rendering that illustrates that:



Shadar