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OOC Information:
Name: MaxSalsa
Are you over 15? Yeeep.
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MaxSalsa; AIM UltimateSalsa
IC Information:
Name: Sunshine "Sunny" Thomas
Canon: Original
Age: 22
Appearance: Stands about 5' 5". Slightly tanned from her time outside. Light brown hair kept just above chin-length; cool blue eyes. Tends toward androgynous clothing and things that hide her figure a bit; the rare times she does dress her gender, she's a stunner. While at work, wears buttoned shirts to look every bit the traditional mechanic, with at least one wrench living on her belt at all times.
History: Sunny grew up in Locke City pretty much her whole life, the second child of relatively well-to-do parents. She never wanted for much; her father worked - still works - for Thunder Corporation, and as a somewhat highly-placed employee after all these years, the corporation is pretty much ready to make sure the rest of his years are peaceful. As a side effect of that, though, her father wasn't around so often when Sunny was little; her brother helped with that, and she kind of started to emulate him. Her mother still convinced her to wear the frilly dresses, and to learn to cook and clean and do all the other things little girls do, but she also played outside a lot more. Was a lot more physical than her peers. Didn't cry as much. Basically, she spent so much time with her brother growing up that she started to turn into him; she grew up a guy, almost.
Through elementary and middle school, her teachers were always a little lost on what to do with her - she preferred things like building blocks and sports to drawing. She never sat still, always wanting to discover new things and expand her horizons. At some point, her brother started to fix up an old muscle car their father had dug up somewhere, and she'd just started to tag along. Her brother humored her, and explained what he was doing at a high level. Not too much detail, because he didn't want her playing with engines at such a young age, but enough that she could kind of follow what was going on. Eventually she took up a wrench and helped him out, and while she had a bad habit of getting oil and grease everywhere, she turned out to be pretty handy at it.
High school was the point where she started to recognize she was a little different. Everyone around her spent all their time with makeup and talking about boys, when she wanted to finish her work and get to the garage, or go out for a run. It puzzled her. It didn't help that she'd finally talked her mother out of finding the pinkest, frilliest things in the shop to bring home; she settled for more plain affairs, buttoned shirts, pants most of the year and almost never a skirt. She didn't wear makeup except for the one time her mother did convince her to go to prom; by mutual agreement, they didn't talk about that anymore. (Everyone else still does; it makes the rumor circles from time to time.) She went into the metal shop for large parts of time, looking to learn welding and whatever other metalcraft she could weasel out. She'd had to talk to a counselor to get out of home ec, but it'd been worth it. She excelled in math and physics, but English slayed her, and history was more than she could wrap her head around. As it stood, college was out of the question.
Around this time, her brother had moved on to a distant college, but left what remained in the garage to her, telling her he expected good things. She'd taken the challenge to heart and put everything into them, and the results were astonishing, as she restored a few older cars to amazing condition, taking one as her first car once she got her license. She'd also gotten in the habit of taking long drives when she had a lot on her mind, and on Sundays she'd gas up and be gone almost the entire day. She left early in the morning, at first light, and nobody heard her leave; everyone heard her return as the engine roared through the suburbs and she pulled into the house, hair windblown but always with a big grin.
As she finished high school, she realized her set of academic skills would be worth little to nothing if she went on to college, and she didn't really want to go to college, either - she was fairly certain her calling was the garage. Her father made her a deal: they'd pay to send her to technical school for her certifications as an auto mechanic, assuming her grades were good. If they weren't, she'd either have to pick up the slack or drop out. And if she got through with flying colors and still wanted to do it, he'd cosign for an auto shop in Locke City. It was her home, and he wanted to be able to make sure nothing went wrong. While she was a little miffed at what was an obvious attempt to keep her around, the rest of the offer was taken in the spirit given, and she accepted.
It was a short few years while she finished the program, in a city an hour away; the work was hard, and she wasn't taken seriously at first. But everyone stopped and watched when she got under the hood, and by the time she graduated she had the praise of the top brass of the school, even as she counted the days until she could return home. She returned home three years later with a work shirt with her nickname proudly stitched above the pocket in shiny silver letters and a smile bright enough to light up the night. They'd gone to the real estate office the next morning to look for a building, and the bank later that week.
Three months later, the shop was ready to open with a skeleton crew - herself, one other tech she'd managed to recruit from somewhere, and one or two people to run the desk. Atop the #1 garage door sat the sign: Sunday Drive, with the sun shining down on a hot rod. The shop opened early, closed for lunch, opened again in the afternoon and into the evening, and was closed all day Sunday; most weekends she'd be out for a drive, as was her tradition, but sometimes she brought a few of her successful repair jobs down for an impromptu auto show, and invited others to do the same. She originally bribed them with coupons to bring them out, but eventually she was popular enough that people came of their own accord. And, of course, everyone loves to see a good, well-cared-for sports car.
It's been about a year since the shop opened; surprisingly, it's fairly busy. In the last few months, things have been crazy; she's had a few fairly wrecked cars coming in for reasons she hasn't really been able to track, including at least one that seems to have crashed hard into something, but it's not really her problem what people do with her cars; she just does her best to put them back together. The recent earthquake was a problem; she'd almost lost a vehicle they'd had up on a lift at the time, along with one of her (now) three techs that had been under it, but she'd dived to get him out of the way, just before a muffler would have come straight down on his head.
Everything seems to be back to normal now, though; as the winter comes, her sign's all polished up, everything's clean and repaired, and she's ready to get to work once more.
Personality: As a result of her somewhat unconventional upbringing, Sunny is a little bit of a wild card; she's borrowed a few traits from her brother and ended up with a mishmash of things between the two of them. She's headstrong and impulsive; she has a bad habit of jumping right into things, and no particular desire to change it any time soon. She's attentive to detail, but she can't focus on one thing for too terribly long or she goes cross-eyed and has to take a break - that's part of why her auto shop is more generalized rather than having a specific function.
She loves action movies, particularly the ones with lots of violence, and dramas; she can be heard spouting one-liners fairly often, and she's somewhat creative with drawing up new ones from thin air - it's the only language-related things she's got going for her. She's been caught watching shounen anime more than once and getting excited over the fight scenes, too, though she tries not to advertise that one. She's much slower to read books, so she tends to gravitate toward the movie adaptation and complains if it wasn't any good. All those said, though, she doesn't spend a whole lot of time on sitting down in front of the TV.
Instead, she prefers physical activity. She goes for a run to wake up in the mornings, on a route that used to take her through a wide swath of the city. After the gangs started popping up in the Dead District and the construction crews started to patch up the area around the Tuning Towers, she's had to change it up a little; her route now passes by pretty much everything else to add distance, and she's gone for some time in the mornings. She leaves herself just enough time to get home, shower, get a quick breakfast, and get down to the shop to open up in the mornings; it's a routine that's worked for her for a year, and she doesn't intend to change. Getting it in is important to her - it gives her time to gather her thoughts, and to keep herself in shape. Nobody wants a a girl with curves in the wrong places, after all!
Sunny's very good at working out plans and putting together the big picture, but she's not one for logic - if you sent her something in code it'd probably sit on the counter until you came to ask her about it, but she's addicted to Fire Emblem, and there's a chessboard out front of the garage she can be found at if she's not busy. (In short, she's a tactician, not an analyst). Unfortunately, that skill is of somewhat limited use in her business; she knows where every tool needs to be for optimal access, what her bays need to look like for the best income and utilization, but anything more complicated than her actual income and outflows are beyond her; she keeps her own books - less money going out, plus it gives her more time to look at what's going on and figure out how she can adapt as the environment shifts.
Outside work, Sunny is fairly carefree; she's willing to let the chips fall where they may, and if something happens, she's likely to just shrug and deal with it. Her garage, of course, is another matter - that's her baby, and she'll defend it until the day she dies. That extends into her relationships, too; while she's honestly interested in people and their opinions and thoughts, it takes a fair bit to motivate her to do anything. She's fairly convinced that if something happens, someone or something will get to it, and it'll work out in time. Her good friends are another matter; if something happens, she'll come find you if you need her. And for a customer, the sky's the limit - she's got an old junker sitting around that she's fixed up for calls if you're stranded. (She calls it the "Ray of Sunshine".)
In short, Sunny's a little but laid back , but not so much it affects her day-to-day. She's serious about her passion, and she puts everything into her work. But she knows she needs to take a little time for herself, too, and she's not afraid to take it whenever the need arises.
Skills: Sunny is a gifted mechanic. She can fix up cars fairly well, though the electrics beyond "hey, that wire's cut" are beyond her. She's also good with simple machinery, and she'll make house calls for it; she doesn't expect the others to, but she believes that service is critical to success, so she's been known to jump through hoops. Aside from that, she's relatively athletic. That's about it. No special powers here.
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savetheearth.OOC Information:
Name: MaxSalsa
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IC Information:
Name: Sunshine "Sunny" Thomas
Canon: Original
Age: 22
Appearance: Stands about 5' 5". Slightly tanned from her time outside. Light brown hair kept just above chin-length; cool blue eyes. Tends toward androgynous clothing and things that hide her figure a bit; the rare times she does dress her gender, she's a stunner. While at work, wears buttoned shirts to look every bit the traditional mechanic, with at least one wrench living on her belt at all times.
History: Sunny grew up in Locke City pretty much her whole life, the second child of relatively well-to-do parents. She never wanted for much; her father worked - still works - for Thunder Corporation, and as a somewhat highly-placed employee after all these years, the corporation is pretty much ready to make sure the rest of his years are peaceful. As a side effect of that, though, her father wasn't around so often when Sunny was little; her brother helped with that, and she kind of started to emulate him. Her mother still convinced her to wear the frilly dresses, and to learn to cook and clean and do all the other things little girls do, but she also played outside a lot more. Was a lot more physical than her peers. Didn't cry as much. Basically, she spent so much time with her brother growing up that she started to turn into him; she grew up a guy, almost.
Through elementary and middle school, her teachers were always a little lost on what to do with her - she preferred things like building blocks and sports to drawing. She never sat still, always wanting to discover new things and expand her horizons. At some point, her brother started to fix up an old muscle car their father had dug up somewhere, and she'd just started to tag along. Her brother humored her, and explained what he was doing at a high level. Not too much detail, because he didn't want her playing with engines at such a young age, but enough that she could kind of follow what was going on. Eventually she took up a wrench and helped him out, and while she had a bad habit of getting oil and grease everywhere, she turned out to be pretty handy at it.
High school was the point where she started to recognize she was a little different. Everyone around her spent all their time with makeup and talking about boys, when she wanted to finish her work and get to the garage, or go out for a run. It puzzled her. It didn't help that she'd finally talked her mother out of finding the pinkest, frilliest things in the shop to bring home; she settled for more plain affairs, buttoned shirts, pants most of the year and almost never a skirt. She didn't wear makeup except for the one time her mother did convince her to go to prom; by mutual agreement, they didn't talk about that anymore. (Everyone else still does; it makes the rumor circles from time to time.) She went into the metal shop for large parts of time, looking to learn welding and whatever other metalcraft she could weasel out. She'd had to talk to a counselor to get out of home ec, but it'd been worth it. She excelled in math and physics, but English slayed her, and history was more than she could wrap her head around. As it stood, college was out of the question.
Around this time, her brother had moved on to a distant college, but left what remained in the garage to her, telling her he expected good things. She'd taken the challenge to heart and put everything into them, and the results were astonishing, as she restored a few older cars to amazing condition, taking one as her first car once she got her license. She'd also gotten in the habit of taking long drives when she had a lot on her mind, and on Sundays she'd gas up and be gone almost the entire day. She left early in the morning, at first light, and nobody heard her leave; everyone heard her return as the engine roared through the suburbs and she pulled into the house, hair windblown but always with a big grin.
As she finished high school, she realized her set of academic skills would be worth little to nothing if she went on to college, and she didn't really want to go to college, either - she was fairly certain her calling was the garage. Her father made her a deal: they'd pay to send her to technical school for her certifications as an auto mechanic, assuming her grades were good. If they weren't, she'd either have to pick up the slack or drop out. And if she got through with flying colors and still wanted to do it, he'd cosign for an auto shop in Locke City. It was her home, and he wanted to be able to make sure nothing went wrong. While she was a little miffed at what was an obvious attempt to keep her around, the rest of the offer was taken in the spirit given, and she accepted.
It was a short few years while she finished the program, in a city an hour away; the work was hard, and she wasn't taken seriously at first. But everyone stopped and watched when she got under the hood, and by the time she graduated she had the praise of the top brass of the school, even as she counted the days until she could return home. She returned home three years later with a work shirt with her nickname proudly stitched above the pocket in shiny silver letters and a smile bright enough to light up the night. They'd gone to the real estate office the next morning to look for a building, and the bank later that week.
Three months later, the shop was ready to open with a skeleton crew - herself, one other tech she'd managed to recruit from somewhere, and one or two people to run the desk. Atop the #1 garage door sat the sign: Sunday Drive, with the sun shining down on a hot rod. The shop opened early, closed for lunch, opened again in the afternoon and into the evening, and was closed all day Sunday; most weekends she'd be out for a drive, as was her tradition, but sometimes she brought a few of her successful repair jobs down for an impromptu auto show, and invited others to do the same. She originally bribed them with coupons to bring them out, but eventually she was popular enough that people came of their own accord. And, of course, everyone loves to see a good, well-cared-for sports car.
It's been about a year since the shop opened; surprisingly, it's fairly busy. In the last few months, things have been crazy; she's had a few fairly wrecked cars coming in for reasons she hasn't really been able to track, including at least one that seems to have crashed hard into something, but it's not really her problem what people do with her cars; she just does her best to put them back together. The recent earthquake was a problem; she'd almost lost a vehicle they'd had up on a lift at the time, along with one of her (now) three techs that had been under it, but she'd dived to get him out of the way, just before a muffler would have come straight down on his head.
Everything seems to be back to normal now, though; as the winter comes, her sign's all polished up, everything's clean and repaired, and she's ready to get to work once more.
Personality: As a result of her somewhat unconventional upbringing, Sunny is a little bit of a wild card; she's borrowed a few traits from her brother and ended up with a mishmash of things between the two of them. She's headstrong and impulsive; she has a bad habit of jumping right into things, and no particular desire to change it any time soon. She's attentive to detail, but she can't focus on one thing for too terribly long or she goes cross-eyed and has to take a break - that's part of why her auto shop is more generalized rather than having a specific function.
She loves action movies, particularly the ones with lots of violence, and dramas; she can be heard spouting one-liners fairly often, and she's somewhat creative with drawing up new ones from thin air - it's the only language-related things she's got going for her. She's been caught watching shounen anime more than once and getting excited over the fight scenes, too, though she tries not to advertise that one. She's much slower to read books, so she tends to gravitate toward the movie adaptation and complains if it wasn't any good. All those said, though, she doesn't spend a whole lot of time on sitting down in front of the TV.
Instead, she prefers physical activity. She goes for a run to wake up in the mornings, on a route that used to take her through a wide swath of the city. After the gangs started popping up in the Dead District and the construction crews started to patch up the area around the Tuning Towers, she's had to change it up a little; her route now passes by pretty much everything else to add distance, and she's gone for some time in the mornings. She leaves herself just enough time to get home, shower, get a quick breakfast, and get down to the shop to open up in the mornings; it's a routine that's worked for her for a year, and she doesn't intend to change. Getting it in is important to her - it gives her time to gather her thoughts, and to keep herself in shape. Nobody wants a a girl with curves in the wrong places, after all!
Sunny's very good at working out plans and putting together the big picture, but she's not one for logic - if you sent her something in code it'd probably sit on the counter until you came to ask her about it, but she's addicted to Fire Emblem, and there's a chessboard out front of the garage she can be found at if she's not busy. (In short, she's a tactician, not an analyst). Unfortunately, that skill is of somewhat limited use in her business; she knows where every tool needs to be for optimal access, what her bays need to look like for the best income and utilization, but anything more complicated than her actual income and outflows are beyond her; she keeps her own books - less money going out, plus it gives her more time to look at what's going on and figure out how she can adapt as the environment shifts.
Outside work, Sunny is fairly carefree; she's willing to let the chips fall where they may, and if something happens, she's likely to just shrug and deal with it. Her garage, of course, is another matter - that's her baby, and she'll defend it until the day she dies. That extends into her relationships, too; while she's honestly interested in people and their opinions and thoughts, it takes a fair bit to motivate her to do anything. She's fairly convinced that if something happens, someone or something will get to it, and it'll work out in time. Her good friends are another matter; if something happens, she'll come find you if you need her. And for a customer, the sky's the limit - she's got an old junker sitting around that she's fixed up for calls if you're stranded. (She calls it the "Ray of Sunshine".)
In short, Sunny's a little but laid back , but not so much it affects her day-to-day. She's serious about her passion, and she puts everything into her work. But she knows she needs to take a little time for herself, too, and she's not afraid to take it whenever the need arises.
Skills: Sunny is a gifted mechanic. She can fix up cars fairly well, though the electrics beyond "hey, that wire's cut" are beyond her. She's also good with simple machinery, and she'll make house calls for it; she doesn't expect the others to, but she believes that service is critical to success, so she's been known to jump through hoops. Aside from that, she's relatively athletic. That's about it. No special powers here.
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