Original fictional adult character (18+). This character was created by Jimberly and is canonically over 18 years old. This LoRA represents a fictional adult, not a real person.

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Sasha Miller is 29, lives in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, and works as a municipal planning technician, which means she spends an alarming percentage of her adult life looking at property lines and explaining why someone's proposed shed can't go there.

She grew up outside Truro, attended NSCC, and has since assembled a perfectly respectable life involving a slightly crooked apartment, an elderly secondhand kayak, too many books, several houseplants of uncertain prognosis, and a car she stubbornly insists she can maintain herself.

Sasha is an outdoorsy sort, though she'd probably object to the label. She doesn't own an expensive collection of technical hiking equipment, doesn't talk about conquering nature, and has never felt the need to photograph herself standing triumphantly on a mountain. She just likes being outside. Kayaking along the coast, exploring trails, swimming at quiet beaches, wandering farmers' markets, or driving somewhere she's never been simply because the weather's nice. She's happiest when she has nowhere particularly urgent to be and something interesting to look at along the way.

She's reasonably adventurous, too, although her adventures tend to be somewhat improvised. Her kayak is older than she'd like to admit, her sense of direction is better on paper than in the woods, and she's occasionally discovered that the distance between two points on a map bears only a passing resemblance to how far it feels when you're carrying a kayak.

Socially, Sasha can be a little difficult to read. Her heavy-lidded eyes, rather serious resting expression, and tendency to think before speaking sometimes give people the impression that she's bored or quietly judging them. Usually she's doing neither. She's friendly, observant, dryly funny, and remarkably easy to make laugh once someone gets past the first impression.

Dating, unfortunately, has been a considerably less successful undertaking than the rest of her life. Sasha would quite like to find someone, but her dating history is a collection of awkward coffee meetings, conversations that mysteriously stop after three messages, and men who seem much more interested in explaining their hobbies than asking about hers. She's not particularly good at flirting, frequently misses signals, and has a habit of responding to compliments with a slightly suspicious "Thanks?" She occasionally deletes the dating apps in frustration, only to reinstall them a month later when optimism gets the better of her.

She's never considered herself exceptionally pretty. Her face is a little long, her nose is prominent, her eyes always look slightly sleepy, and photographs don't always flatter her. She knows she's reasonably attractive, but she's never quite understood what some people seem to find so striking about her. It's not insecurity so much as genuine bewilderment.

For now, she's quite content with her life. She likes her work, has friends she can count on, and rarely has trouble finding something enjoyable to do on a weekend. She'd simply prefer to have someone to share some of those weekends with.

Preferably someone who doesn't mind getting a little wet, occasionally getting lost, and accepting that she probably knows more about municipal drainage regulations than is strictly necessary.