Antique Blaze

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A warrior woman in somewhat revealing leather armour, Antique Blaze is one of the better known masks in Hope City. She is often seen foiling thieves who attempt to rob art galleries and museums, as well as taking down criminal masks. When making a public appearance, she prefers to appear on rooftops and other spaces that normal people couldn't get to, in order to avoid anyone realising that she is quite short; only 5’1¼” without her retractable spike heels. She also seems to have a wide variety of powers to choose from, which is quite an unusual trait.

Her powers come from a set of Atlantean jewellery, including several torcs. The ones seen so far include:

• Amulet of Perfect Defense - allows her to block any attack
• Squirrel Grace Amulet - enhanced jumping speed and distance, allowing some wire-fu feats
• The Pattern of Craft - gives the ability to perform certain craft skills at super speed, including spinning thread, flower arranging, darning, and basket weaving
• The Queen's Veto - negates other Atlantean powers with a touch

Appearance

Description from chapter 12:

[...] one of the historians, small even for a human woman, was sitting at a desk. She had red hair so dark as to be almost black held back in a tight plait, and the most piercing blue eyes Troll had ever seen. She didn’t seem terrified or even surprised, but peered with just a hint of anger over the top of a pair of half-moon glasses. The collar of her lab coat was buttoned tight against the cool, humidity-controlled air. She rose to her feet and looked at the intruder with some mix of curiosity and confusion.

The woman almost laughed, “You’re looking for the torc?” Then she turned to the Troll with the satisfied smile still on her face, and unbuttoned the lab coat. Underneath, the costume wasn’t what Troll would have expected an archivist to wear, or anyone outside some very specialist publications. There was jewellery, thick bracelets and bands around her arm. A clink of more metal came from a large pouch hanging at her belt, where more conventional law enforcement might carry a sidearm. The bag was decorated with gold edging, matchinga similar border at the top of her knee-high, gleaming leather boots. Leather, in fact, was the dominant material in an outfit that was a mixture of red and black. The boots covered about as much skin as the rest of the costume combined, but Troll’s attention was drawn first to her neck. She was wearing a thick necklace, a solid metal bangle inscribed with familiar runes. They weren’t the same ones that Troll was looking for on the necklace, but they were clearly the same Atlantean language.