Tabitha Summers

Species: Human
Height: 5’9″ (175 cm)
Weight: ~138 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Naturally blonde; dyed black, with blonde visible at the bangs
Blood Type: O+
Birth Date: January 30

Status: Alive; present; socially intact; narratively unresolved

Aliases: The Registrar, ANT-Tabz
Age: 19
Role: Barista. Archivist. The one keeping score.
Location: Summers Brew, Orangeside

Profile: Tabitha works the counter at Summers Brew, her family’s coffee shop. Black hair with blonde roots she doesn’t bother hiding. Dark eyeliner applied with the precision of someone who’s been doing it since she was fourteen. An Alkaline Trio pin on her apron. Combat boots that have seen better days and don’t care.

She writes on cups. Not names — judgments. She looks at you for three seconds and writes what she sees. ANTI-HERO. SMILES TOO MUCH. AGGRESSIVELY CHEERFUL. INVADED. She has a Sharpie in her hand the way a knight has a sword. Casually, but always.

She keeps a beat-up black notebook. It goes everywhere she goes. She writes in it constantly. She shows it to no one. When someone asks what’s in it, she says “homework” in a tone that means “stop asking.”

She watches professional wrestling and analyzes it like a doctoral thesis. She will fight you about whether it’s real. Not whether the moves are real — whether the storytelling is real. She calls it “athletic theater” and if you make it weird she will make you regret it.

She doesn’t trust easily. She doesn’t forgive quickly. But when she decides you’re worth protecting, she will throw a drink at a guitarist for you without hesitation.

Traits: Writes psychological assessments on coffee cups. Carries a notebook full of evidence. Watches wrestling analytically. Will not explain herself. Says “Black.” when asked about her ideal Sunday morning.

Class Archetype: Ranger. Tracks everything. Trusts nothing. Deadly accurate when she finally draws.