From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
|Place of Birth:||Fish Creek, WI|
|Base of Operations:||Paragon City|
|Known Relatives:||Parents (estranged)|
Sally Wilson was born in rural Wisconsin, but she knew she was a city girl at heart. After Sally graduated from High School, 4th in her class of 37, she packed her bags the very next day, and drove the rusted out pickup her parents had given her on her sweet sixteen right out of town. Three days later, she was in Paragon City, Rhode Island. Sally had it all planned out. She would attend Paragon University, earn a journalism degree (with a minor in english), and make her mark covering the superpowered going-ons in the Superhero capital of the world. Two years later, reality had set in. Tuition had cost far more then Sally had anticipated, and her job waiting tables paid far less then she had hoped, so she was forced to drop out after her first semester. She planned on finishing her degree just as soon as she had the money, but every time she seemed to be getting ahead, something seemed to come up. Her car would break down, or her rent would go up, or some punk kid would grab her purse. Sally felt as though her life was going down the drain, and worse, she felt powerless to do anything to stop it. She started drinking, and it wasn't long before what little money she did manage to stash away was being used to cover her tab at the local dive bar.
One night, after about five or six beers, Sally met the most interesting man. He was dark and mysterious, and although the air around him seemed just a bit cooler then the rest of the bar, she warmed to him quickly. In no time at all, she had told him her whole sordid tale. Sobbing into her beer glass, that Sally heard the man say "I can make things better." Tears still running down her cheeks, Sally looked at the man, and asked him what he could possibly do to help her out of the pit that was her life. "What matters most in this town" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye. "Power... or, more accuratly, powers". Sally looked at the man with shock, speechless. "I can make you more then human.", the man said, a grin on his face, as he pulled a dusty bottle out of his coat. "Drink this, and you will have powers to rival the so-called 'heroes' of Paragon.". Tenitivly, Sally reached out and took the vial. It sounded too good to be true, and it probobly was, but she was too desperate to care. As she uncorked the bottle and raised it to her lips, the man grabbed her wrist, and his cheery face became deathly serious. "Know this," he warned her, his voice deeper then before. "There will be a price. Nothing can be gained without giving something in return. You will become something else... SOMEONE else. And once you have... become... there is no going back." Trembling, she ripped her hand free, and looked the man in the eye. "I'm tired of being helpless. If I drink this, will I really be able to turn my life around?". The man smiled back at her, "Without a doubt." Hearing this, Sally raised the bottle to her lips, and downed the contents in one gulp. It burned as it went down, a searing pain that brought tears to her eyes, and she buckled over, coughing violently. Finally, she recovered, and turned to where the man had been, furious. But the stool he had occupied was empty, and when Sally brushed her hand aginst it, it was cool, as if it had been unoccupied the entire night. She reached for the bottle, hoping perhaps it would give her some insight into what exactly she had just drank, but it too had vanished. Completely confused, Sally paid her tab, and stumbled home, collapsing onto her bed fully clothed.
Groaning, Sally awoke, the sunlight streaming in her window was painfully bright. Shielding her eyes, she stood up and pulled the blinds, then shuffled towards the bathroom, thanking the gods that she didn't have to work today. As she walked, she reflected on the previous nights events. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that it had to have been a dream, or an alcohol induced hallucination. Cursing as she stubbed her toe on the doorframe, Sally flipped on the lights, then froze. She had thought she was facing the mirror, but that wasn't possible... The creature staring back at her was not her. Hell, it wasn't even human. Trembling, she raised her right hand, and the creature in the mirror matched her movements perfectly. The man's words from last night ran through her mind... "I can make you more then human". Looking down at herself for the first time, Sally realized that this was no dream, no hallucination. She had changed, she was powerful. Somehow, without even thinking, she made a fist, and flames burst into being around her hand. She released the fist, and they flickered out. I can't wait teach that stuck up bitch at the diner what it means to mess with Sitri", she thought, then gasped. Why had she called herself by that name? Where had that thought come from? Sure, her boss was a bit mean, but she didn't want to hurt her. Or did she? Images flashed through her head, images of her holding her boss by the neck, her hand engulfed in flames. Unconciously, she smiled, and licked her lips. That bitch did have it coming, after all. Almost without thinking, Sally got dressed, pulling her old clubbing outfit out of the back of the closet. With a grin, she flexed her new wings, and opened her fourth story window, and lept out. It didn't take long to get to the diner where she worked, and she sauntered in the door, though the kitchen, and back to the office, ignoring the shocked and terrified looks from the patrons and staff. She opened the door, and found her boss sitting at the desk, playing solitare on the office computer. In one deft movement, she grabbed the back of the chair, gave it a spin, and grabbed her boss by the neck as she came around. Sitri lifted her off the chair, holding her former boss just inches from her face. Shock and confusion ran across her face, and one word, "why", tumbled from her lips. "Because I want to", Sitri replied, as she drew the woman closer, kissing her deeply on the lips. She held the kiss as the flames burst from her hand, engulfing the woman's neck, and climbing up her hair. She held it as tears of pain flowed from the woman's eyes, her screams falling dead on Sitri's lips. She held it until the woman stopped struggling, then dropped her. Sitri smiled down at the remains of the fool who had dared to cross her, her skin nearly burned away. Only the lips were untouched. Leaving the office door open, Sitri strolled casually out of the diner, and took to the skies. As she flew, she meditated on what she had just done. She had murdered a woman in cold blood. And she had enjoyed it. And as much as she wanted to feel guilty about it, she couldn't. She had murdered a woman, and she had enjoyed every second of it. And she knew, deep inside, that she would do it again if anyone else was foolish enough to cross her. It would probobly be unwise to go back to her apartment, Sitri mused, as she flew low along the coastline. On the other hand, she had heard many interesting things about the Rogue Isles...