#sasha mayfleet

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FIREBIRD CHARACTER REF

Name: Firebird

Alt Names: Sasha Mayfleet

 Age: 26

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bi?Demi?

Gender: Female

Species: Human(mutant?)

Disorders: ADHD, ODD

Job: Babysitter

Lives in: Smithsberg Oregon

 Languages: English, French

Height: 5’8

Color of Eyes: Amber

The color of Hair: Light brown, blond highlights

Hobbies: Music, Fire spinning, Arson, Parkour, Fencing

Fears: Does not trust anyone outside her core group, losing control, totally insecure and mistrusting of the world.

Assumed external perception: Most people consider her very capable and responsible, as well as kind and understanding.

Self-Confidence: Sky-high

Race: Caucasian

Accent: California Accent

RELATIONSHIPS:

Fox -Dating

Serenity – Friends

Mouse -Friends

Axum – were friends

Todd -Acquaintances

Vagabond- Dating

Mamma Dragon- Adoptive mother

Vehicle: Dirtbike/a repainted Schoolbus

Powers: Pyrokinesis

Weapons: Dagger, Meteor hammer (Flaming), Matches, Fire

Alignment: Neutral Good

Text Color: RED

 Main Animal: Phoenix

 Favorite Food: S’mores

Favorite Flower:  Red Celosia

Scent: Flame and Ash

Awareness: none

Birthday: March 18

Theme: Firebird’s Child by SJ Tucker

 Special Interests: Fire, Music

Fashion Board:

 Comfort Objects: Her Father’s deerskin drum, her mother’s old long Red Trenchcoat which she wears everywhere. Both have been fireproofed

Brief Personality: Firebird is a feisty confident young woman who has a moral compass that can be boiled down to “Don’t hurt kids and don’t let anyone else hurt kids” and “Murder is fine if they were hurting the people I care about.” Most people see her as a one-dimensional cheerleader/babysitter type. If you piss her off you get the “Demon sent from hell to get you specifically perspective. Due to childhood trauma she hates adults but she's recently agreed to get a therapist and might start trusting that specific adult in the next year or so. (This woman is 26)

Brief Backstory: After a burglary gone wrong, a 5 year old Sasha’s parents are killed. In a panic the young girl burns down the house, hiding in the bathtub with her mother’s coat and father’s Drum as the house burns around her. The Burglars died in the fire, but she ‘miraculously’ survived. Naturally she is immediately dumped into the American foster system and is soon labeled a problem child but also a jinx: when she’s placed in abusive homes they tend to burn down but it’s really hard to pin the six year old with no access to flammable materials as the one who keeps committing arson so it’s usually pointed at unsafe wiring.

 When she’s about 8 she imprints on an older kid who is involved in some serious gang activity. Said older kid figures out her fire abilities and she is for a short time trained as a weapon by the gang. Something goes sideways, four city blocks burn down, and Sasha is picked up by a government agency tasked with suppressing these newfound mutants so things don’t go out of hand.

While in the facility she starts taking a disliking to the name Sasha and preferring the Name Firebird. Nobody really knows where that name came from, maybe it was her parents, or a foster home that gave it to her. Maybe she made it up one day. She gives a different answer anytime you ask and no one will ever know but her. (When I went to neverland peter pan called me Firebird. Once I jumped over a bonfire and the name stuck. My red jacket flares out like wings when I ride my bike fast. Etc,) She also begins to hate adults in general as they have never done anything good for her or anyone else (so she believes.)

Firebird Befriends another child named Axum and they make their escape around the time she turns 10 years old. Firebird causes so many problems for so many people and discovers that bullets have a melting point. She can no longer be contained or controlled. She makes a bunch of friends in her year (10-11) on the street, including finding a young girl who has no real name, except the moniker Mouse, and a dozen kids and teens in various states of homelessness. She also pisses off a lot of adults who keep trying to human traffic the defenseless street kids only to find their best guys burnt up.

  Exactly a year later, on the other side of the country, Firebird appears in a locked sheriff’s office in Maine. She is shuffled through the foster system, makes a few more friends, then is shipped back to Oregon, and fostered by a few families before being adopted by Miss Trudy, or as Firebird immediately renames her; “Mamma Dragon”.  She also establishes her friendship with Fox and Vagabond, the three of them becoming very close and very capable young women.

   Nowadays Firebird runs a babysitting and daycare company, the HQ of which is an old hotel retrofitted to be one of the coolest community centers of all time, with space for kids and teens and designated art, music, and study rooms as well as a floor that’s been remade into a lasertag arena. This is what happens when you let 18 year olds design a kid and teen friendly space.  Once a year Firebird and her crew will head out on a roadtrip around the states to give the various bounty hunters and pissed off government agents with chips on their shoulders a shot to come for their heads- and then promptly get reminded why they stopped bugging her when she turned 15 and learned what “Proper fighting form” and “Control” were.

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"Friends on The Town" - Firebird's crew, written in 2017

The three girls had been excited for their day off for weeks. After all, they were almost always working for their babysitting business. Sasha, who most people call Firebird, Hadn’t had a day for herself in weeks, and Rabia, nicknamed Vagabond, wasn’t much better. May, who some called Fox, was the only one in the group who actually took a day off in the past month, and she was the one who organized the whole event.              They Spent the morning in the park, Running free, practicing Parkour, and singing, as the mood took them. Firebird was always taking unnecessary risks. Fox was subtly showing off, trying to catch the eye of any passerby. Vagabond set the pace, waiting for various shops to open. Once the shops did finally open, the spent their morning walking around downtown, window shopping and peoplewatching, greeting nearly everybody by name as they passed.

They stopped at a pizza place around noon, and then went to hang out at “HQ”, which was an old run-down hotel on the edge of town that the owner, who was going to have it demolished, allowed them to fix up, renovate, and eventually buy when they had everything in order. It had taken nearly a year; but as the girls were relatively popular in their schools and extracurriculars, and had also become the de facto babysitting company in the area, they had had everyone who might use the space pitch in to help design their not-so-little “HQ.”  It was the place to go whether you were studying, hanging with friends, or just to get out of the house for a while.

Within fifteen minutes of their arrival, Firebird was in a Karaoke contest with some other  girl, Vagabond had broken out the collection of nerf weapons they had amassed at HQ and was showing off her swordsmanship skills, and Fox was in an argument over which was better; Chiffon or velvet.  Eventually Fox and the guy she was arguing with it started going at it with nerf guns and the whole lobby turned to a warzone.              After a while everyone got tired of their scale model of war and broke off into different groups again, although somehow Firebird and Vagabond got roped into refereeing a game of hopscotch, and Fox had to drag them away so they didn’t end up babysitting on their day off (Again).  They biked back to town and ended up back at the park near the college campus, where a garage band was practicing. They probably had a gig at some frat party. Firebird climbed a tree to watch, while the other two rolled their eyes and sat on the bench.

The band, in all honesty, wasn’t that good, but the girls were supportive even if they would laugh about it later when no one else was around, and maybe anonymously refer them to a music class. Firebird hummed along to the music while examining the area from her tree.

It was getting later in the afternoon, and shadows were growing long. The band had packed up and wandered off, but the small group of friends had time to kill before dinner, so they stayed, Vagabond softly strumming her guitar while Firebird told stories, some true, some made up, and some memorized from one book or another, though she told them all with the same twinkle in her eye that said she’d seen and lived through it all. Some people paused on the path past them, entranced for a moment, before coming to themselves and quickening their pace. The girls were there forever and for no time at all when a phone vibrated and they all came back from the land that always is and never was. The phone in question was Vagabond’s, and after deciding it was unimportant she pointed out it was probably time to eat. They went to a middle-of-the-road burger joint about ten minutes away by bike, which they made five by being completely reckless and ignoring silly things like “Roads” and “Stairs”, with Firebird leading the way.

The last downhill sprint to the joint was an all out race, encouraged by Fox shouting “Last one there pays for dinner!” that ended as a tie for second between Fox and Vagabond. Which was good, because Firebird was broke and couldn’t pay anyways. Firebird reached the burger joint two minutes before anyone else, and by the time everyone arrived their seats were ready. Fox and Vagabond slid into one side of the booth and picked up their menus. Firebird sat across from them and watche the grown men who were honestly far too invested in the college football game on the screens scattered through the restauraunt.  Vagabond chatted up the waiter as the three girls ordered their food. Firebird also ordered a dozen of the spiciest wings on the menu, which led to the table becoming the center of attention as three girls who appeared to be skinny cheerleaders wolfed down enough greasy barfood for a football team. Firebird ate half the wings in two minutes and then seemingly started actually genuinely smoking as tears rolled down her face, causing Vagabond to try and discretely flag down the waiter, and Fox to not so discretely shout “I TOLD YOU TO ORDER RANCH!!” while laughing hysterically.

All in all, it was a pretty good day on the town.

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MOUSE & FIREBIRD STORIES

UNIVERSE INFO(Morgan Edition!):

Heads up, I'm worse at bio's and summaries than Angel, so don't expect amazing summaries and bios here. That being said, these characters are fleshed out, so feel free to send asks!

General Info:

This universe Takes place in the US, Modern day or in the last couple years

Here in this version of the states, there is a slow emergence of strange supernatural tendencies in some individuals. Sure, there's always been rumors of witchcraft and the like, but this seems more tangible than crystals. People range in power from "Can and will burn down the city if pushed to far" to "Has uncanny powers of perception" to just "a normal guy with a baseball bat"

In the small town of Smithsberg in Oregon, we have a simple babysitting company, focused on bettering the community and ensuring all the children in the neighboring counties have appropriate support. Just ignore the occasional federal agent asking one or two many questions about the nice young women running the place. They've lived here for years, surely people would know if something's wrong... Right?

Scattered across the states are a few other friends, who call themselves streetrats. They grew up in rather unfortunate circumstances but are totally normal now. They mostly work in entertainment now, actually. After all, con artist skills transfer very well into several industries. It's just a pity no one has heard from a few of them in so long. Surely they're not dead, are they?

MY CHARACTERS:

BABYSITTERS

Firebird "Sasha" Mayfleet

"Momma Dragon"/ "Miss Trudy"

Rabia "Lady Vagabond" Skye

May "Fox" Cambell

Serenity "Sorrow" Smith

STREETRATS

A*** Thoroughgood

Mouse Thoroughgood

Magda "Magpie" Thoroughgood

Todd Thoroughgood

Tom(cat) Thoroughgood

Laney Thoroughgood

Marcus Thoroughgood

MISC

The Journalist