❝ STAYED GOLD AND INFECTED EVERYONE. ❞
NAME: Sacha Fowler
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female, She/Her
DATE OF BIRTH: October 3rd, 1997
BIRTH PLACE: Redlands, California
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Pico Boulevard
OCCUPATION: Server at Happy Scoops
FACE CLAIM: Sophie Turner
Sacha was born to doting parents, with an older brother that resented the attention that she received. He was five years older and their parents expected him to grow out of it, but for the first year or so of her life when their mother would try to rock her to sleep he’d chuck things, splatter food around and throw tantrums. Eventually he warmed to her, taking the little girl under his wing. He was the one that taught her to skate and how to throw a punch (“don’t tuck your thumb in, you’ll break it”), he rescued her bike from a group of bullies after it had been stolen from her, and he absolutely never let her win in mario kart.
Sacha lived in his shadow, at home and at school, but she never held it against him. Besides, when the golden child led the way it meant she could do as she pleased. As much as her mother would have adored if the young blonde had joined the cheerleaders, it wasn’t her thing. Instead Sacha spent her time being above average in school and hanging at the skate park, or Splash Kingdom. She’d been taken there when she was young and had loved the beach style of it so much she still went as much as possible, moaning all the while that she didn’t have a licence yet and couldn’t drive down to the beach as often as she’d have liked. Her brother would give her lifts if he wasn’t busy, but he was busy a lot.
When she was fifteen their family was struck with tragedy. Sacha’s father was T-boned by a truck at a crossroads on his way to a meeting. The day was a blur of being collected from school and the world seeming to be taken over by a buzzing in her ears while she tried to process the news. It hit the entire family hard, Sacha’s mother fell into total grief, while her brother tried to be the man of the house, becoming over the top protective over the younger sibling, and Sacha, instead of dealing with any of it, threw herself into anything that came her way. She joined every activity that would have her, she painted sets for the school play, joined the book club, yearbook committee (for a day, quitting when she wasn’t given a fun job), she even found herself on the cheer squad for a couple of semesters, though at that point her mother had lost interest.
Graduation came soon enough, and while everyone headed off to their new colleges, Sacha hadn’t even bothered to apply. She might’ve been clever, but she had no ambition and instead just found a job waitressing wherever she could manage, driving up to the beach every weekend to surf. Sacha never regretted her life choices, but when people started returning with degrees and bragging about how amazing college life had been, Sacha bored. She was a firm believer in not doing something you didn’t want to do, and not inviting what you didn’t like into your life. She interviewed for easy jobs, and after being hired at Happy Scoops, rented a cheap apartment and made the move to Santa Monica.
