E.G.G. Profile: Sarra Ramona Summers

Real Name:  Sarra Ramona Summers. Always thought that a hyphen should be in there somewhere. Kinda awesome how it sounds Spanish yet I’m of a northern European descent.

Alter-ego/Identity: Aw crap, I wanted to take so many names after I got the EnWol bracers. Cherry Bomb, Amethyst of Gaia, Mayhem. I almost went with Bloodmoon, but my sister became Summer Sun, so I scratched that. I settled with Lady Stormforge and run around in a lavender body suit to display it.

Species: I used to be human, but I descended into a pit of molten silver to emerge as the all-powerful EnWol known as Lady Stormforge; slayer of mulch, protector of man.

Age:  Hey, I’ll be eighteen in a couple of months. Not yet old enough to own a business, but old enough to rock.

Occupation: Life gave me EnWol bracers to become a hero, and so it shall be. Evil will rue the day where it met me in battle, fearing for its beliefs when it hears me cry forth my declaration of war.

Residence: West Coast, California. Bounces between south Orange County and San Francisco County though.

Affiliates: Pfff! Well, Meta Corps, obviously. I’m using it to both do my duties as a hero and to see how I can get my foot in the door and try and get a band together because, well, my last group sucked. I have some strings here and there that could be mini affiliates, but nothing that I could put my weight on though.

Brief Biography: I wasn't here, and then I was. How’s that for brief?

Personality:  I’m real and the genuine thing. Strong, proud and forget all who oppose me!

-Likes/dislikes:  I don’t just ‘like’ music, darling, I have devotion to it. Music is who I am, what I do, and I’d go so far as to say that it defines me as a one note character. I don’t like it when people hold themselves back, and I think that being shy is a prime example. Why hold back if you’re afraid? I mean, what is the worst that could happen? I loathe egotism with a passion. How dare I even look at you? How dare you get in the way of my fist, minding its own business?

-beliefs and goals: My goal is to fill stadiums and MP3 players with my music. To rock hard and free the vitality of man, strengthening their edge and solidifying their courage. My belief is to be yourself and not let anyone get in your way. Because if they do, than you need to give them the gift of something to cry about.  No one should stand in the way of anyone who expresses themselves as they were meant to be. Ever.

-quirks/hobbies/other identifiers: As far as I know, I’m one of the only stretchy people with straight up purple hair with deep blue eyes to match. My sister has the same eyes, but I use them better. I mean, she can do her shy puppy-dog gaze, but me? I use them to pierce the hearts of man, good or evil. My hobbies? You mean my music? Well, yeah, there’s that easily, but I do have other interests. Superheroing, some steak grilling, video games are a must, and, although to too little aplomb, tuning up my car. Lots of my songs are my rage toward that beast from the mulch offroader.

Skills: I can shred my guitar and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I’ll turn their face into baked ziti faster than they can even think of a rebuttal.  What else, you ask? I can pick up an instrument and usually, some have eluded me, squeeze a tune out of it. Oh, you mean my EnWol powers. I guess I could use the flight to help with a stage show, I don’t know. I’m pretty sure that my elasticity can help me play instruments and video games better though, which is super killer.

Powers: I could go on and on about my powers of rock and how awesome I am, but I’m pretty sure that this is about my EnWol powers. I’m exactly like the old Florence Sanders, except sub her lighting with ice. I can stretch from here to there, probably several miles head to toe because I’m a silver goop. Great for absorbing impact. I can also fly. Air temperature, air pressure, and an even a lack of air don’t bother me at all, so I can leave the stratosphere and go to the moon if I really wanted to. I haven’t sussed out how my ice powers work though. I mean, I absorb moisture from the air and force it back out in a suddenly frozen form. Okay, whatever makes me break the laws of physics is fine with me.

-source of powers:  My EnWol bracers. A not-so-long passed down artifact of alien origin. Ate my old body up and spit my new body out and there’s no turning back, baby.

-notable weaknesses: You know, this is going to sound really cliché, but it’s the truth. I used to worry about self-image a lot as I built myself up. Dark makeup, purple hair, smiles, stars and heavy metal. It made me fit in with my high school clique. The thing is that as time went on, I found out that although it was all me and a part of who I was, I was trying way too hard. I wasn’t just being me, I was being more of a parody of me, and I didn’t want that. I did it though because of a self-image and, here’s the kicker, to line up with the image of what people and my clique thought of me. After I realized that, lying in bed one night about a year ago, I just stopped caring about how other people saw me and I toned down the glitz and glam and focused more on my music and style. It was a shock to everyone how I wasn't a shining, crazy diamond and became a terror with a heart of gold. But I feel better, I’m interacting better, and I feel that life is going to get better under this realization. So there you go, my weakness is not being myself.  Who made up the order of these questions, anyway?

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-author tells about character development background: Sarra's history goes way back for me. Summer of 2001 really, and she is as old as my desire to write. She started off as a kinda normal character who was Lora Summer's sister. As she grew, she became more and more of a disillusioned smart ass. It got worse and worse up through about five years ago when I saw Daria for the first time. Sarra soon after became less of a goth and more of a quasi-punk rocker, but I didn't have the experience to make her seem real. She just became more of a smartass brat as time went on. This was until the summer of 2013 when I just stopped caring because I was being kicked out of college due to a lack of funding on my benefactors side. Here's proof: www.jobcorps.gov/message.aspx . I needed a jolt to my work, my characters and myself. As I am getting older, 26 now, I assembled what I liked, I assembled what I knew, I had all the great elements on a page that could make my stories unique and my own. But they will still suck, or at least be enjoyed by a few people here and there. What I needed was honesty. Honesty with myself, my writing, and to not hold back. I'm still producing content that comes in line with that with Katie being a springboard, but what that meant for Sarra was that she had to change. Oh sure, she's still a smartass, but now, she is much less morose. Much more embracing. I needed honesty with Sarra, well there it is. That's not how I feel she should be, but how she really should be. It creates a better product and a better experience. Sarra grew up with me as my most developed supporting character (and rare protagonist) and I can only hope that we get better and better.