Shirley's a fair bit faster and stronger than her peers. She isn't jumping over tall buildings or outrunning trains, but fences and bikers are easy enough. Unfortunately, she's more than a little impressed with herself because of it.
Invoke - Shirley's more than happy to show off her talents whenever high strength or super speed, relatively, will do the job.
Compel - Unfortunately, she isn't the humble sort. She'll occasionally attempt a trick or two during very serious situations or elate in entirely inappropriate grandstanding.
Spinning Moral Compass
Not the first to be raising her hand in class, Shirley never was much of a thinker. Now a lot of people see the world as black and white and some see it grey. For surely, it's a big mess of black and white that just keeps changing.
Invoke - Sure in her convictions, Shirley will stick to what she believes is right and oppose what she views as wrong. It is incredibly hard to dissuade her stance.
Compel - Being that her morals change unpredictably and often such that they contradict her other beliefs, she's liable to do stupid things, like joining a gang.
Something to Prove (Fightsmanship): Whenever Shirley's fighting an enemy slugger (specifically defined as "the big guy" on a team: the biggest, nastiest, guy they've got in a scrap; the Jaws types), she gets a +2 to Fightsmanship.
The Fields are a long line of country-folk from the panhandle o' Texas. Located almost exactly between Amarillo and Lubbock, they grew mostly wheat and the family tradition thrived for quite some time. Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous life, and it wasn't uncommon for a fed-up member of the family to go off and join the cityslickers in some city, somewhere. Shirley wasn't one of those sorts. She loved farming and her family, and would gladly have spent her life without the hustle and bustle of the city. To be clear, she ain't dull or nothing, she certainly fancied she'd like to see those big lights one day, but she didn't mind waiting.
Now then, during and following the big scuffle over in Europe, business was booming. Farmers are often humble folks and usually do what they can to get by, but for a time even they were making a killing exporting crops overseas. Perhaps it was just a little too good. Didn't take long for word to get out just how profitable simple tilling was, and before we knew it, we were growing more than we could sell. Now, it ain't bad once in a while, but it became clear that there were just too goldurn many farmers. Within only a few years of the war's end, stocks had grown so big that there wasn't much a farming man could do. People started looking for other forms of employment, and Papa Fields just so happened to have a brother up in New York City said he could get him a job. No fancy Yank business, mind you, just simple shipyard work. But knowing what was best, Papa Fields sold off the farm, packed the few belongings they had, and he took Mama Fields and little Shirley Fields on down to the train station to get to their new life.
As it goes, Papa Fields got out while the getting was good and sold off his property just before the farming business really started tanking. Like any good daddy, he wanted the best for his little girl, and like any good man, he was willing to sacrifice his own time to ensure her growth and happiness. So they settled in the suburbs, living the American Dream, and Papa Fields would just ride his new fandangled automobile to work. A bit long of a trip given they could have settled in the city proper, but as a farmer it was nothing terrible to him. Things turned out alright even for Mama Fields, becoming something of a hit thanks to all the Southern recipes she brought to learn the Yanks something proper.
Here the tale turns to Little Shirley. At the time of their moving, she was a good country girl, though not quite ripe. She didn't have a dang clue what to do with herself off the farm but she was fascinated by the city. As expected, the kids in her new school raised quite a bit of a storm in picking on her, but like a true southern bell she busted some heads until they knew she was tougher than all of them combined. And again, like a true southern bell, rather than a hold a grudge, she became pretty popular. I reckon many would be satisfied with just having good friends and family, but something about the big city kept calling to Little Shirley. Back home in Texas, travel was a dream to the girl. It was tough, it was long, and it was rare. But up there, she could just hop on a trolley, or soon enough a motor bus, and have access to nearly any part of the city! Sometimes she'd just hop on a bus and just see where it takes her. If she'd still been surrounded by good Texan kids, I imagine she'd have been in paradise.
But, sad as it is, not all good little girls grow into fine young women. Little Shirley's…friends, the popular kids, they were all native Yankees. Over the years, they started involving her in some pretty bad stuff. Here in Texas, as we know, the Prohibition movement was…well it was interesting. Of course, alcohol was easy enough to find if you really wanted it given the way we went about our business. But in New York City, it attracted a pretty rough crowd. Those old cowboy stories you'd hear as a kid, with the Rough 'n' Tough Saloon? That kind of crowd. People that were willing to kill. As Little Shirley grew through the years up there, she spent increasing amounts of time away from home. Now I don't want to make it seem like I'm saying her parents were bad, they weren't. There was just no way they could have known what was happening.
I suppose this is when I should mention Shirley's…quirks. She'd always been a little faster, a little stronger than the other kids growing up, more than the boys too. Now I don't mean she seemed the naturally athletic type, far as we could tell she was just a normal little Texan girl. If you'd seen her then, you'd think she was delicate; I mean in the way that ladies and girls are, not in the Yank way. And well…it wasn't just a little bit. Kids said they'd be seeing her do some damned mighty things, like racing horses and wrestling with bulls. But no adults ever saw it, and if her folks did they never said nothing. A few folks didn't let their kids play with Little Shirley after they'd come home with a broken arm or a leg, but we all just assumed that it was typical kid stuff. But as it turned out, she certainly had some God-given gifts.
We've all heard of that Thompson feller in New York City, right? Paddy shows with a rat-girl and starts taking the streets? Well, not long after the weird tales we heard of him, we start hearing reports of other little ladies working for him. We started thinking it was some joke the Yanks were playing on us with these stories, but then we heard one a little more familiar. We heard a brown-haired country girl throwing cars and robbing trains…on foot. As usual, we knew the stories were embellished by the time we arrived. But after hearing that one…well…don't know if Little Shirley could be picking up cars on her own. She might. She might not. She certainly was strong. And maybe she ain't train-fast, but she was fast. So, wanting to make sure Little Shirley's okay, folks around here write to the Fields, making sure to include the tall tales they'd heard with a chuckle. You'd think we'd have been more prepared for the response we got.
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