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[h1][color=003471]Sunday Harrison[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=003471]Age[/color][/b]
15

[b][color=003471]Sex/Gender Identity[/color][/b]
Female

[b][color=003471]Power[/color][/b]
Super Speed

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[b][color=003471]Personality[/color][/b]
Sunday is an independent young lady, and is very intelligent. Ever since she was a little girl, she has loved writing. Even now, she dreams of becoming a best selling author. She writes everything down, whether its in a book or on a napkin. She loves to read, especially if it's a fantasy or sci-fi novel. When you first meet Sunday, you'll assume that she's stuck up or rude. She's never been great with social interaction, and doesn't really think before she speaks. Most of the things that come out of her mouth are rude, whether she means it to be or not. She is also very brave, and does things that no one else would volunteer to do.

[b][color=003471]Biography[/color][/b]
Sunday grew up in a very nice neighborhood in Virginia, with her single mother and two half sisters. Everything was going fine, until that one night. Sunday's sisters, Brittney and Rachel, were over their friend's house, so their mother decided to take her out for ice cream. It was the last week before school was to start back up, when she would be starting sixth grade. When they got back home, though, their front door was unlocked, and the alarm had been disabled. Her mom only got one word out before one of the intruders cracked her in the back of her head with a baseball bat.

"Run."

That's what she did. She hadn't really known about her power until then. When she realized that in less than five seconds, she was already at the state line, she knew that she had to keep going, and never turn back. She made it to her aunt's house in Atlanta, and stayed with them for a few years. She hadn't heard from her sisters or mother ever since. When her aunt passed, she was stuck with her abusive uncle, who never let her go outside of the house unless it was to run to the store or attend school. He drank a lot, and even hit her once or twice whenever he came home from the casino. He'd always take his anger out on her. Finally, she just got tired of it, and ran away. She took the money from their savings jar, and was gone before he got home the next night. She only made it a week, living in a motel and eating snacks from the vending machine, before she ran out of money. She knew that she was not going to be hired, since she was only fifteen, so she found the orphanage instead.

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