LA LA LAND
Name: Ash Johnson
Age: 33
Gender: Butch/gnc woman, she/her (default), he/they/xe (not fussed)
Power: Regeneration
FC: Katy O'Brian
All your life you played second fiddle, second best, second place. The middle child, overlooked and unappreciated. Your older sibling was a musical prodigy, your younger an intellectual. That left you the realm of the physical to which you took to with all your heart. First gymnastics, and head spinning tumbling, and then karate, to learn respect after you shoved a classmate following a disagreement. You took to these disciplines like a fish to water, pushing your body further and harder, excited to reach the limit. Yet, even then you couldn't succeed. You grew too tall, too big for the gymnastics team. A regional karate champ who could only ever place fourth or third or second at nationals. When high school ended you were faced with the vastness of choice and squandered potential. After an explosive fight, you decided to skip your university orientation into a teaching degree you had never wanted to apply for. Instead you went on the road, bouncing from dead end job to dead end job, until you found yourself in the hills of Hollywood. You put in an application to join a stunt team on a drunken whim, and you were ecstatic to be selected. That team became your family, your home. You threw yourself into the work like Tom Cruise off a cliff. You loved going home to an ache to your joints, the smell of gunpowder on your clothes. But yet again you were only ever second, a tiny name printed in the credit sequence while the actor got all the credit. You had enough. The opportunity came around to make your mark, a casting call for one of those island survival shows. You had gone out with your stunt crew to celebrate being shortlisted when suddenly your life was turned upside down. You're on an island, and the cameras are rolling, but is this truly your time to be recognized?
CONNECTIONS:
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This skeleton is TAKEN









