Lakisha never knew her real parents.

Adopted by James and Samantha Howard when she was three-years-old, the Afro-Canadian had no idea she would be predisposed to hyperhuman genetics. Her parents didn’t know. Nobody knew. Nobody would know for over a decade.

The Howard household was a positive living situation. Her father was a reputable medical surgeon and her mother was a remotely successful novelist working from home. She couldn’t have dreamed of a better living situation. She never wondered who her real parents were despite it being clear she was adopted. There were no secrets in the family. No real tension. The only thing Lakisha could complain about growing up in Windsor was how her father’s work often kept him very busy. Doctors were busy people. That made sense. It sucked, but it made sense.

By the time she was seventeen-years-old, things had turned out pretty even-handed all things considered given the times she grew up in. She started playing basketball when she was nine and her interest in track-and-field seemed to compliment her growing athleticism well. In many respects these were hobbies-turned-passions that complimented her exceeding level of impatience and impulsiveness. Ironically, Lakisha could look back at these elements of her personality as signs of what was to come.

With her life upended by her manifestation, she looks to PRCU as a possible gateway to a better future. Though, really, what choice does she have?

The first to volunteer and the last to wait around, Lakisha has always could be described as a “go-getter”. Coupled with an empathetic point-of-view and an almost carnivorous competitiveness to match, Lakisha is the definition of someone who has the kindness to match her impatient diction to make solutions whether they are actively the best solution or not.

Her judge of character, well, she doesn’t really have the experience to know when someone is being implicitly deceptive or holding back. She’s been honest with people and forthright in her intentions, so she doesn’t think about it when people aren’t. Not that she expects everyone to be honest communicators, she’s not naive. Her perception of people and their general attitudes and distinctions are all based on what she sees and hears, and if someone gives off a bad impression that she finds heartless she will be quick to call them out. Lakisha doesn’t mince words or feelings. Her brain already goes at one thousand miles per hour and it did that before her hypegene manifested itself in the middle of a basketball game.

In fact, if someone is being an asshole? It’s game time. Lakisha has developed a sarcastic sense of humor and she isn’t afraid to weaponize it. This is an extension of her playfulness, which can be seen in a variety of ways including jovial pranks and witticisms, and at times it seems like Lakisha isn’t sure what boundaries are, or rather, doesn’t remember what said boundaries would be. Sensory overload plus hypegene plus being a fish-out-of-water in a province she’s never visited has that kind of effect on someone, after all.