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Name: Tonya Lyons

Age: 27

Powers: Releasing disorienting pheromones/gases, incredible sense of smell. 

Weaknesses: Since she creates the pheromone, she's pretty resistant to it, but in huge amounts in unventilated areas, it can affect her as well. Too many smells at once can overload her and give her migraines, and strong chemicals like ammonia can potentially knock her out. Being around dumpsters, rotting bodies or fecal matter is pretty much unbearable.

Skills: Tracking, strong memory (especially if the memory is emotional)

Personality: Tonya is pretty guarded, as I'd imagine anyone in the city being. She is friendly enough but never gives any real details about herself. She has a bit of a disdain for rich people, a small and shrinking fear of men, and a love for dogs. She's the kind of person who'd spill her entire life story to a rat terrier but not a human being, and on top of being a rising superhero, she also runs a very secret doggie rehab in a broken-down building. 
She's not at all squeamish and has seen a fair share of gore. Despite not wanting to share details with other people, she may be a little hypocritical and ask all sorts of prying questions about people. Large personal-space bubble. 

History: Tonya grew up in a sort of tenement with a two-parent family and six siblings- four brothers, and two sisters. It was really crowded, and not at all fun; there was no room to play or anything but it wasn't really extraordinary. At seventeen she ran away from home (most of her siblings had moved out and quit town at this point) and tried to get out on foot. Instead she got sucked into an abusive relationship and a prostitution ring for eight years, at the end of which she got into a massive fight with her then-boyfriend but then unintentionally sent him into a very dizzy, lightheaded state and then panicked even more, which sent more pheromone into the air. It knocked him out and made her feel dizzy as she hadn't built up her resistance yet, and thinking that he could have died she just ran away. 

After that, she got a job at a burger joint but really couldn't catch a break: her sense of smell started to heighten at that point. She couldn't afford to quit, so to this day at work she wears nose plugs to keep the greasy low-grade beef patty smell out of her nose.

She daydreamed a lot in her early days of being a fry cook. About scooping up all the dogs she could and scrubbing the mange off of them, about rescuing women who were in the situation she'd been the victim of once. She started off with the dogs, as that was a less daunting task and except for dogfighting rings, didn't involve mortal danger. In her neighborhood she became known as "that crazy woman who drags struggling mutts somewhere down the street, probably to eat them". Fortunately for the dogs she didn't eat them, she just gave them baths and tried to scrounge up food for them that wasn't tainted or rotten. 

Next, she started reading old superhero comics and daydreaming even more. Eventually watching people get mugged and beaten in dark alleys with nothing to do about it became too much, so she put together a costume with a blue color scheme and plenty of Kevlar stuffed in. 

Relationships: Sometimes a semi-feral beagle mix named Pinky follows her places. She keeps a small pouch of dog treats for him.

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