Sasha Vallis was the only child of her kinfolk parents. It was supposed that she would be kinfolk as well. After all, a Garou hadn’t been born in her family line for at least two generations. From an early age, she was told that she could be anything, even in a male dominated society. Her feminist views lingered throughout her teenage years. Her sexuality trended toward her own gender, and despite the realization that she would one day be forced to carry out her tribal duties, she only cultivated relationships with other women. When it was time to chose a life career, Sasha decided to pursue her dream of becoming a firefighter. The academic tests were easy enough to pass. However, the physical challenges proved out of reach for the slight-framed woman. Leaving the academy, she experienced an indignant rage such as she’d never known. Tears were streaming down her face as her fists pounded the steering wheel of her car as she drove away. Later, she would surmise that she lost control of her Honda Civic. It would be hours before she awoke. She found the car totaled with the door ripped away. Though her clothes were bloodied she appeared to be without scratches or injuries… Her change had come late… but she was undeniably Garou. The next years would find her in Maine happily living with the woman of her dreams, a kinfolk of her tribe named Phoebe. Things were going well for the two. Phoebe had just landed a job as a social worker and the two were preparing to have a child via the donated sperm of a sympathetic tribe member. Then, tragedy struck. Phoebe had left the Department of Human services and made her way to the home of a child who had gone missing from school for many days. Suspected child abuse had never quite been proven. She would never leave that domicile. Three gunshot wounds to the chest ended her life and her career. Sasha was devastated. She’d recently formed a pack with two other Garou, [[WtA: Garou: Fianna: Saint Elmo's Fire (NPC)]] and [[Orthodox Stance]]. Her tribal duty comes in the form of her own inseminated ovum to an infertile kinfolk that ought to have been implanted into the womb of her lover. The resulting child is now raised within the tribe and she takes on the role of a godmother. Her Rage does not make for good parenting and until she chooses a life partner she will not raise children of her own. Finding solace only in the company of her pack, she sold her apartment and at the behest of their totem, Wyvern, they journeyed to New York to lend aid to the survivors of Enduring Might in the recently formed Caern of [[A Fightin' Chance]]. In Phoebe’s memory, she took over the operations of a shelter benefiting battered women and children. She also became the Tribal Elder. The wounds are slowly healing. ==== Physical Description ==== Enyo’s Strife stands five-foot-five-inches tall. Her dark hair is cut in a short, masculine style. Her olive complexion is smooth, and her green eyes burn with an intensity that few would dare to challenge. She is often seen wearing a suitcoat over a loose fitting button up shirt left untucked over a pair of Levi’s jeans. Pinned to her jacket is an LGBT Pride pin in the shape of a rainbow-hued flag. She is almost never seen wearing anything other than running shoes. She runs a shelter benefiting battered women and children, tribal elder of the [[Black Furies]] ==== History ==== Sasha Vallis was the only child of her kinfolk parents. It was supposed that she would be kinfolk as well. After all, a Garou hadn’t been born in her family line for at least two generations. From an early age, she was told that she could be anything, even in a male dominated society. Her feminist views lingered throughout her teenage years. Her sexuality trended toward her own gender, and despite the realization that she would one day be forced to carry out her tribal duties, she only cultivated relationships with other women. When it was time to chose a life career, Sasha decided to pursue her dream of becoming a firefighter. The academic tests were easy enough to pass. However, the physical challenges proved out of reach for the slight-framed woman. Leaving the academy, she experienced an indignant rage such as she’d never known. Tears were streaming down her face as her fists pounded the steering wheel of her car as she drove away. Later, she would surmise that she lost control of her Honda Civic. It would be hours before she awoke. She found the car totaled with the door ripped away. Though her clothes were bloodied she appeared to be without scratches or injuries… Her change had come late… but she was undeniably Garou. The next years would find her in Maine happily living with the woman of her dreams, a kinfolk of her tribe named Phoebe. Things were going well for the two. Phoebe had just landed a job as a social worker and the two were preparing to have a child via the donated sperm of a sympathetic tribe member. Then, tragedy struck. Phoebe had left the Department of Human services and made her way to the home of a child who had gone missing from school for many days. Suspected child abuse had never quite been proven. She would never leave that domicile. Three gunshot wounds to the chest ended her life and her career. Sasha was devastated. She’d recently formed a pack with two other Garou, [[Saint Elmo's Fire]] and [[Orthodox Stance]]. Her tribal duty comes in the form of her own inseminated ovum to an infertile kinfolk that ought to have been implanted into the womb of her lover. The resulting child is now raised within the tribe and she takes on the role of a godmother. Her Rage does not make for good parenting and until she chooses a life partner she will not raise children of her own. Finding solace only in the company of her pack, she sold her apartment and at the behest of their totem, Wyvern, they journeyed to New York to lend aid to the survivors of Enduring Might in the recently formed Caern of [[A Fightin' Chance]]. In Phoebe’s memory, she took over the operations of a shelter benefiting battered women and children. She also became the Tribal Elder. The wounds are slowly healing. ==== Physical Description ==== Enyo’s Strife stands five-foot-five-inches tall. Her dark hair is cut in a short, masculine style. Her olive complexion is smooth, and her green eyes burn with an intensity that few would dare to challenge. She is often seen wearing a suitcoat over a loose fitting button up shirt left untucked over a pair of Levi’s jeans. Pinned to her jacket is an LGBT Pride pin in the shape of a rainbow-hued flag. She is almost never seen wearing anything other than running shoes.