Okay I can't figure out photos on my phone but my fave claim is Chyler Leigh, specifically as Alex Danvers from Supergirl. 

[b][u] Leslie Marie Clay [/u][/b]
Age: 30
Height: 5 feet 11 inches
Weight: doesn't matter if you try to pick me up I'll shoot you
Build: lean mean fighting machine

~* Detective, recovering Alcoholic, lonely*~

Leslie grew up in a small town where everyone was in everyone's business. Her parents worked all the time and she did her best for her kid brother. Small Town didn't mean small troubles, there was a huge drug problem, people overdosed on the regular. Les did her best to protect her brother, her friends from those drugs. But it didn't matter, she didn't know who was selling it. When she and her closeted girl friend were discovered, she lost Almost everything. 

Her Catholic father couldn't have a lesbian for a daughter, she was no child of his. Mom couldn't understand what happened to her good little girl, it didn't matter that she'd not changed it was who she'd always been. Her girlfriend commit suicide, unable to face the community next to her. The people she thought where her friends turned their backs on dirty lez. The only person who still talked to her was the brother she practically raised. But it wasn't enough, she broke.

At 15 she was kicked out of her home, her family, her community with next to nothing. Single black and a zip lock baggy of cash stolen from the vacation jar and shoved into her chest by her brother as father forced her out. At least she been dressed warmly when they found out, she started walking.

Living on the streets wasn't easy. She'd once thought that she wanted to go into socal work, help people in need. But the things she saw as a street person? It changed her in a drastic way. Rather than help the suffering she wanted to punish those who caused it. A teenage vigilante wasn't very effective though she did learn all the dealers and what they sold. 

Her life changed when a new homeless lady moved into her area. Homeless folk could be dangerous, so Leslie avoid her new bridge buddy, needing to sus out of she was a safe one or did she need to move again. The woman want a crazy, turned out she was under cover due to a spike in homeless deaths. (Oh that might be old man stone, he's off his rocker most of the time but sometimes he gets this look sometimes. Like doctor jekyll and mr hyde. His postures change and everything I stay away from him.) By this point she was 18 and offended a chance to change her life and get justice for the people others hurt. 

She got her GED, graduate top of her class at the police academy and joined a department as a beat cop. She was good at her job, dedicated might as well have been married to it. Some chicks thought it was hot, until she got hurt on the job. So she turned to a bottle for comfort instead, trying to forget how she used to be. Soft affectionate, always hugging and cuddling with family and friends. She'd not asked for a hug since living on the streets and gotten very few in any relationship. Drinking made her forget she was lonely. Let her sleep.

After making detective it only got worse. To the point she put herself at risk. It was her off day and she'd been feeling some sort of way so was day drinking, when a contract called with a lead for her. Thankfully she'd called her partner with the details as she drive to the site. Because it had been a trap and being impaired got her shot. Thankful her partner wasn't far behind and saved her ass. Then reported it. She was suspended and required to go to AA meetings. 

She may have traded one vice for another, but at least the devil's lettuce was legal here. And she was coming up on a year sober soon.