My name is Alice O'Shea. I am a young Irishwoman, straight from Galway. At the age of twenty, I moved to the United States. I miss my emerald isle dearly. America seems like a nice country. I like it very much. I'm a five-foot-three, 120-pound gal with short blonde hair and pale blue eyes. My skin is milky white, since I shy away from the sun. these days, I work as a mechanic in the city of Boston. I wish I could go to college but I lack the proper funds at this time. Someday I will, though. In the meantime, I intend to have some fun.
I like walking around Boston, especially at night. I don't really fear attackers. I've always been unusually strong, though I don't know why. I can lift twice my body weight. I am not kidding around. I can also run a marathon longer than most people. Strength and stamina have always been my gifts. Passed down to me by my father, Eric O'Shea, Olympic power-lifting and track champion. My mother, Elisabeth Drake O'Shea used to be a professional wrestler, back in the day. I do come from an athletic family and I am fiercely competitive and driven.
I love competing against people of both sexes. I once entered a Women's Arm Wrestling Competition. I faced off against some of the strongest female competitors in the United Kingdom. Nobody thought I would make it. I took first place in the 120-pound weight class, then moved onto the heavier ones. I defeated all of the women in the 140-pound weight class, destroyed them in the 160-pound class and finally captured the top prize, first place, in the 220-pound division. I entered the Men's Arm Wrestling Competition. Many of them didn't take me seriously. They learned real quick how tough I was. I was the only female in the contest, against dozens of men but I did alright. I won fourth place in the Men's 120-pound division. I didn't have much luck afterwards but I got my picture taken with the male champions. I was good. I had earned respect. The media loved it!