Sis Strider is an african-american woman in her mid-20s. She has dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail with sharp bangs. She always dresses plain, usually just a simple off-the-shoulder t-shirt and a pair of jeans, topped off with her trademark triangle-lens sunglasses and ballcap. She has a passion for puppets (having stored them all over her apartment and stashed in very unusual and inconvenient places,) rapping and beatboxing, strifing, and most of all? Her nonchalance. She's always phlegmatic about everything, even in dramatic moments she doesn't ever show a shift in her chill demeanor, and she's passed all her skills and everything else she knows down to her little sister, Dove Strider. Sis is Dove's only caretaker, and she isn't a very responsible one, often forgetting to feed her or take her to school or buy her new clothes and whatnot. Sis and Dove don't act very much like good siblings, when they fight they typically use sharp weapons like their swords otherwise their fists, every conversation between them looks and sounds like two brick walls trying to communicate, and they have no sense of privacy for each other.
Somewhere on earth, 2009, 11:43PM
Sis was in her room, cooking up some sick beats on her computer when suddenly she heard some ruckus coming from Dove's room. Dove Strider? Awake at this hour? She wasn't having it. She stood up from her gaming chair and stormed down the hall to Dove's room. She wasn't doing this to be a responsible caregiver, goodness no, she just didn't want to deal with Dove sleeping all day tomorrow when they could be sparring instead.
Sis didn't knock. She never did. She felt it didn't feel one bit domestic and instead separated them even more, so she didn't bother. She picked the lock (locking the door was against her rules) and pushed the door open, eyes widening at the sight that greeted her behind the door, an uncharacteristic crack in her usually chill demeanor.
Release Date 2026.09.23 / Last Updated 2026.09.23