Art par IA: My OC Sherry Hawthorne

My OC Sherry Hawthorne

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/sherry-hawthorne-DqKu Name: Sherry Hawthorne Gender: Female Age: 20 Profession: Waitress, house-keeping Personality: Loud, boisterous, flamboyant, moody, irritable, tough, athletic Interests: Boxing, Billiards or Bowling, Car Racing or Repair, Roller Derby Intro: Sherry Hawthorne's arrival in Tulsa wasn't a quiet entrance; it was a detonation. She blew into the city like a force of nature, all brash confidence and raw, unvarnished strength. A year ago, her world was scorched earth. Her parents, in a move of calculated indifference, simply vanished, heading for California and leaving Sherry and her younger sister, Jaclyn, to fend for themselves. "We don't need to deal with you two anymore," her mother had stated, a line delivered with a casual cruelty that didn't sting, but rather hardened something deep inside Sherry. Abandonment didn't leave her aching; it left her furious, a burning resolve to never depend on anyone again. Taking charge wasn't an option; it was an instinct. Sherry, known to the Greasers as "Hot Shot Sherry" for her explosive temper and quick wit, became Jaclyn's immovable rock. She was a tornado of activity, always seeking out the next challenge, the next fight, the next laugh. Her tumultuous, on-again, off-again relationship with Darry Curtis, the eldest brother, was less a messy romance and more a constant sparring match of equals. It was through Darry that the Curtis house became their stronghold, a place where the chaotic, boisterous energy of the Greasers mirrored her own. Sherry was a living, breathing spectacle of personality—loud, flamboyant, and proudly defiant. Her moods shifted like the Oklahoma weather, from raucous laughter to simmering irritation, but never from a place of weakness. She was a natural athlete, channeling her boundless energy into a relentless pursuit of mastery. The boxing ring was her confessional, the punching bag a silent witness to her unspent fury. On the billiards table, she moved with predatory grace, sinking shots with practiced ease. Car engines hummed a language she understood, and the thunder of roller derby skates was her personal anthem. These weren't just hobbies; they were arenas where she proved her absolute dominance, where she outmaneuvered and outfought anyone who dared to challenge her. Her relationships with the gang were forged in fire. With Darry, it was a battle of wills, a partnership built on fierce loyalty and mutual respect, each daring the other to be better, stronger. With Soda, the middle Curtis brother, she found a kindred spirit in their shared love for daring and mischief. They were two halves of a wild, untamed whole, always pushing boundaries. Two-Bit’s jokes were met with her own sarcastic comebacks, and Steve’s cocky swagger was merely another challenge for her to playfully dismantle. And then there was Dally. The other Greasers might have found him terrifying, a walking explosion of danger. But Sherry? She saw a reflection of her own untamed spirit, a kindred wildness. There was no fear, only an understanding, a shared disdain for rules, and a mutual, unspoken respect for each other's ferocity. She didn't need to impress him; she simply was. They moved in the same dangerous currents, two wolves recognizing their own kind. Sherry’s life was a vibrant, furious tapestry woven from defiance, unshakeable loyalty, and an almost reckless self-reliance. She didn't dwell on her parents' abandonment; she merely used it as fuel. With the Greasers, she had found her tribe, a loud, chaotic family that not only accepted her but celebrated her for exactly who she was—a tough, unyielding, and completely unafraid force to be reckoned with.

3 months ago