Position: Rhetorician. Cultural detective. Professor.

 

Secret Identity: ?

 

Costume: Blue jeans and stretchy tank top which may be cotton, silk, or some wacky micro-fiber, depending on the need to distract and confuse onlookers. Often topped by a flowing cape-like shirt.

 

Distinguishing Features: Eyes and short-ish hair of a strangely indefinite color. You might say hazel and ashy, but then again, you might not. And when I say you, I mean me. Tiny oval glasses, one Tattoo, coffee mug.

 

Current Occupation: Staff writer and substitute big sister to my lovelorn friends.

 

Base of Operations: California's glorious Sierra Foothills.

 

Place of Birth: Contrary to popular report, I was not found fully formed under a toadstool.

 

Super Powers: The ability to do 2 hours of stuff in 1 hours time.

 

Source of Super Powers: Chocolate covered espresso beans.

 

Sidekicks: Wiseass little grrrls who know where they left my car keys, wallet, favorite earrings...but never reveal their secrets.

 

Superheroine Cry: Dammit!

 

Overused Quote: "Well...actually"

 

Biography: I read and surf the web; in my spare time teaching writing and having kids. Prone to writing papers about things I think are cool. In the meantime, I study Python and 32 Sword form Tai Chi, so I will be even more fearsome!

 

Secret Origin: An emanation of the Bodhisattva of mercurial mood changes, QuickSilver appeared in her present incarnation approximately 40 years ago, when she glanced around her higher plane and remarked, "It's boring as hell up here, I'm gonna get me a body." And so she did.