Name:Sawyer Genocide
Super Name: Angsty High School Psycho Nutjob
Age: 17
Powers:Sawyer's only power is that she really, really, really hates everything. In addition to this, she has an arsenal of deadly weapons, including:
-Two 9mm Glock Pistols
; Duel chest holsters
; Both lifted from father
-One Sawed-Off Shotgun
; A hip holster
; Stolen from redneck uncle
-One Aluminum Baseball Bat
; A makeshift sheath behind her back
; Bought from Mick's Sporting Goods
-Two Kitchen Knives
; Sheathed in two pockets in her vest
; Taken from kitchen
While she technically has no real training in any of these weapons (aside from the few times her father took her to shoot targets), she can still be fairly deadly, using instead her general detestation for all things as fuel for her violence.
Attire:While she is fighting crime, Sawyer always wears a pair of black jeans, black running shoes, and a black tank top. Over her tank top, however, she wears her signature piece of clothing: A bulletproof vest with a picture of a side view of a rooster's head, blood dripping from its beak. While this seems random, it is actually just an image of Sawyer's high school mascot, the Raging Cock. She also wears a black cloth around her head as a mask, with two eyeholes, and wears her hair in a ponytail.
Bio: Sawyer Genocide was born a fairly normal girl. Her mother, Alison Genocide, died in child birth, so she was raised by her father alone, a police officer of the The City Police Department named Robert Genocide. Sawyer had a fairly normal childhood for the most part. She did fairly normal things, played with fairly normal toys, and hung out with fairly normal friends. But on her thirteenth birthday, all of that changed. It's still unknown what caused her to gain her power. Perhaps it was a mutant gene that was suddenly unlocked in the night, or perhaps an alien came down in her sleep and injected her with weird space stuff. Whatever it was, it changed her. The way she once saw the world, a beautiful planet with rainbows and happiness, grew cynical. That day, she realized that Earth was just a floating rock.
That lead into her dark teenage years. She broke it off with her fairly normal friends, becoming somewhat of a loner, burned her fairly normal toys, for the sight of them made her sick, and stopped doing fairly normal things, for they now bored her. She started to commit minor crimes and misdemeanors for fun, such as shoplifting, vandalism, underage drinking, and the like. One day, when she was fifteen, she got caught sawing the head off of a parking meter. Sawyer was lucky to only get a fine, but that's how her father found out about her illegal shenanigans, and decided to start sending her to a middle-aged psychiatrist by the name of Doctor Nancy Schyler. It was her that got Sawyer into the superhero business. Not directly, of course. Telling a young woman to dress up in a costume and get beat up by thugs was a sure way to get sued. But she did say that Sawyer should channel her aggression into something positive, such as boxing or gymnastics. Sawyer, however, got a better idea. She had always been a fan of comic books, but as a child, she was more into the old "Archie" books. But when the anger struck, she changed her preference, and started to read more gory books, some of them about Superheroes. She had never thought that she could be one of them though. Not until that session, that is.
After the talk with Dr. Schyler, Sawyer set her plan in action. She used some money she had to buy a bulletproof vest, and then she stole some guns from her father and his brother, bought a baseball bat, and stole some knives from her kitchen. Once she made the mask, she was ready. Ready to go get her license and pick a team, of course. It was fairly easy to get the license, but when she started reaching out to different superteams, she was shocked to discover that no one wanted her. She didn't get why. She thought she looked cool. Maybe she scared them. It didn't matter. Eventually she found a small, ragtag team of discount heroes, and decided it was better than nothing.
