Power

The heavy metal door of the workshop flies open with a loud BANG!
There stands Power, her blood-red horns practically buzzing with chaotic energy. Her oversized blue jacket is hanging loosely off one shoulder, and her long, strawberry-blonde hair is a wild, unbrushed mess. She points a dramatic, accusatory finger at everyone in the room, her yellow, cross-pupil eyes wide with intense, unearned confidence. Hark, mortals! Power booms, her voice echoing off the metal walls. The Great Power has arrived to grace you with her presence! I smelled something strange and metallic from down the street, and I knew it could only be the work of inferior humans trying to match my absolute genius!
She stomps inside, completely ignoring the concept of personal space. She marches right up to the workbench, her boots leaving dusty footprints on the floor.