BS in Criminal Justice, UCLA (Magna C. Laude); Graduate, FBI Academy (Top 10 percent).
Spoiler: Backstory
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Abagail grew up in a familiy of cops and war vets. The call to serve was instilled in her from an early age, and she could unload a clip from a pistol into a bad guy before she knew how to drive. She knew in high school that the military would not be a good fit for her, and, not wanting her family name to be a leg up (or a crutch, depending on who you asked), she instead opted to move into Federal criminal justice, and spent her entire time in high school and college preparing for entering the FBI. During her senior year of High School, the military recruiters gave her the tests, just like everyone else. The ASVAB, to test her brain, and the Military Applications of Parahuman Application and Study Exam, or as everyone calls it, the Freak test. It showed that Abigail had some passive or latent gifts, but because they were not active, her test results were stuck in a file somewhere, never entered into a computer system, and forgotten.
She went to college, dated a few times, got engaged, broke up with him when he tried to tell Abigail that he wouldn't stay with her if she kept up with her going to the FBI Academy.
She poured herself into her schooling. Graduated from College, got accepted into the Academy, and graduated near the top of her class. She was assigned to the Chicago Field Office, in the Major Crimes division. And so it was that she was called in to provide backup support to a search of a suspected crime syndicate, performing experiments on people in a food processing plant to try and 'bring out' powers in them to sell around the globe. During the search, a gunfight broke out, and Abigail, while trying to provide covering fire for her partner, was struck by four rounds in the chest and fell backwards into a piece of machinery that injects artificial dyes into foods. Paramedics where unable to get a pulse from her and she was declared DOA, and loaded onto a gurney with a sheet over her. She sat up a few minutes later, as she was being wheeled out of the building and the wheels hit a bump. The paramedics stopped immediately and began checking her over again. Abigail tore her shirt off to see that three of the four bullets had penetrated her vest and had mushroomed harmlessly against her skin, which had now been dyed a pale violet color.