SOCKiT WENCHES - Electric Fanny No. 1.21 Name: Electric Fanny Number: 1.21 jigawatts Position: pivot and blocker mostly, but sometimes jammer How she came to be: Fanny was born deep in the swamplands of central Florida. Her parents were notorious car thieves who loitered at ritzy hotels in the tourist-y parts of town and then posed as valets, stealing cars from the unsuspecting guests. Afterwards they would return to their garage compound hidden deep in the marshlands where the cars were modified into souped-up street machines and later sold to local teenagers for exorbitant prices. Once Fanny was old enough to help out with the family business, she began doing odd jobs in the shop like changing the oil and rotating tires. She tried to fit in with other girls her age by hanging out at the beach and working on her tan, but she had more fun cruising the streets on wheels. Eventually, she broke off from the pack to do her own thing. On one particularly hot and humid day, Fanny was working on a new project – a pair of skates - that took her love of speed and racing and put it right on her feet. When she finished adjusting them, she decided to take them for a spin out on the driveway. A typical afternoon storm was rolling in, so she took advantage of the downpour and skated in the rain to cool off (she has since learned that this is really bad for the wheel bearings). Unfortunately, the summer shower quickly turned into a full-blown thunderstorm and before she could make it back to the garage, a bolt of lightning struck her down in the middle of the driveway. 1.21 jigawatts of electricity surged through her body. She miraculously survived with the only remnant of the incident being that her skin was turned a ghostly shade of white. No longer able to withstand the rays of the Florida sun, she packed her bags and moved to Seattle where she met up with a band of like-minded mechanic/skaters called The Sockit Wenches. The wenches dubbed her Electric Fanny and taught her how to harness the electricity still humming inside her. Nowadays, you’ll see Fanny zipping around the local rink shaking her booty, but don’t get too close… she’s still got some of that spark left in her. One wrong move and ZAP, you’ll be on the floor! BACK