Sasha Esmé Briar
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Female
Age: 23
Height/Weight : 5'7'' | 122 pounds
Physical Appearance:
Slender girl, almost fragile-looking. Dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Features that are both delicate and distinct.
Loves:
Solitude » Superheroes » Tea » Philosophy » Art
Loathes:
Selfishness » »»
Personality:
Regarded as a pretty girl by others, but she's always felt too lanky to possess a real womanly charm. A classic introvert, she prefers time alone in quiet spaces. She is plagued by an undertow of anxiety that makes her feel painfully aware of the world around her. In an effort to turn that weakness into a strength she prides herself on an attention to detail. Others frequently misunderstand her and accuse her of being arrogant or aloof.
Ever since the storm and the discovery of her ability she has been experiencing rapid personal growth. Her grandfather has noticed she's become distinctly more independent and energetic, although he is unaware of what has driven this change in her.
Ability:
Superhuman Reflexes.
Ability to react remarkably faster than any normal human.
[Additional Info.]
Brief History: Unprepared for the fate of an unwed teenage mother, Priscilla Briar left her baby to be raised by her parents while she pursued a life unfettered by the responsibilities of motherhood. That baby was Sasha and her grandparents, Laurel and Harrison Briar, raised and provided for her within their own modest means. Her Grandfather passed along his love of comic books and would often send her out to collect his new issues, which they would then read together. Grandmother Laurel would mock them both from the comfort of her kitchen, where she always spent most of her time even when she wasn't cooking meals or baking sweets. They were a happy unconventional family unit, and although her Grandparents worried quietly about her lack of friends, they outwardly praised her for the smart, intuitive girl she was becoming. At school her life was less charmed, where her peers often teased her in whispers for being antisocial and bookish. In lieu of normal social interaction, Sasha seemed more comfortable on her own, though always with a watchful eye on everything around her, attentive to details. Although naturally quick to react and light on her feet, Sasha refused her Teachers urgings for her to join in any athletic teams.
When Sasha was fifteen her Grandmother Laurel lost her battle with cancer and since then Sasha has worked any job she can find to support her aging Grandfather and pay for his home hospice nurse. She was en route from the housekeeping job to the cafe job when she was caught in the storm. The young woman quickly discovered the dramatic effect it had on her. Teacups were caught midair, before their carriers had even registered their mistake. Coworkers were nudged upright lightning quick, while slipping in spilled milk.
The first ten minutes of a karate class in the local community center confirmed for her the growing suspicion that she was now gifted with superhuman reflexes. Her body reacted with skill and precision to things that the mind didn't even have time to register in the consciousness. She was overwhelmed with the possibilities. Every free moment was suddenly spent testing herself, training her already extraordinary reaction time. It wasn't long after that she decided to take to the streets at night. The storm had changed others. They weren't all using their newfound power responsibly, and she'd had a lifetime of fantasizing about vigilante justice.
