Background and Things of That Nature.
COMING SOON.True Identity: Sandra Saunders
Known Alias: Sharpie
Age: Before the explosion she was 19.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 145lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Allegiance: Villain and Minion
Homebase: Rosso's Place
Known Powers:
Flight- She can fly a bit with the aid of her wings and of course hover some. However, she can't go extremely high as pressure is a b***h on the lungs, but that can't be helped.
Smoke Manipulation- She can create smoke figures and illusions. She can form smoke and make walls of it. Copying and replicas are her specialty. Also she can form tangible things with the smoke, and make them solid, but that is only if she is physically touching them. Once she lets go of the object, it goes back to smoke.
Fire- She can conjure up small fires and fireballs. Nothing too big or spectacular, but fairly powerful when she concentrates enough.
Minor Healing- This was received from Drei. It mostly used for her own needs and only under extreme circumstances is it used for anyone else, and even then it doesn’t always work. This isn’t for major healing such as limbs being taken off but it takes care of the bruises and scrapes that come with the title of minion and villain.
Camouflage- Also a gift from Drei. This is used for blending into the background and shadows and of course her smoke. Think chameleon and you’ve got this power pretty much down.
Weapons: A pipe. Seemingly not so spectacular, but it hurts. She enjoys using it on skulls and smashing things in general. It’s very durable and made of one of those horribly complicated and strong metals.
Weakness: Losing focus, energy and concentration too easily and getting too attached to others.
Background/Bio/History: Before the explosion, Sandra was a normal and fairly stable individual. She went to school had a normal family: Mom, Dad, Kid Sister. She’d just graduated from high school and gotten her first job doing secretarial work in a small lab on her college campus. Nothing too big, nothing major, but it helped to pay the bills.
On the day of the explosion, there was a big hullabaloo in the lab. Some new breakthrough or something. Something about those funding the operation being happy. Sandra didn’t pay much attention to it. She was too busy running errands and filing and avoiding work. It was on one of these lab runs that she was caught in the middle of an explosion. It was a lovely thing. Fire raining down, smoke billowing everywhere, machine parts and experiments flying and splattering bodies and walls.
It was a miracle she had survived. At least that was what was said when they found her. Curled up in a fetal position hiding in the ruble of a desk. But it would soon prove that her survival wasn’t so lucky.
They rushed her to the hospital and did what they could to try and rehabilitate her. But the damage was already done. She wasn’t as stable as she once was; her mind had been a little warped either by the trauma or whatever chemicals had been exploded around her. Wings sprouted, and she began coughing up smoke. The hospital staff along with her family was baffled. It was decided much to Sandra’s dismay that further help would be needed on her case.
She was shipped off to a research facility. It wasn’t pleasant or fun. Research facilities usually aren't. There were tests on top of more tests, and again most of them were fairly unpleasant. To make a long story short, Sandra snapped and she managed to escape the facility, but of course not without leaving behind a trail of carnage and destruction and fire and blood.
She took on a new name and identity, not wanting to remember her past and anyone involved in it.
She found herself a new home in Rosso’s Place, finding the back rafters and rafters in general her new domain. Now, as Sharpie, resident Poohbah she keeps an eye on things there and is waiting on a chance to be something greater than what she is.
Ramblings from ze masses.
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I REMEMBER EVERYTHING
You owned Shy why back when. >.>