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The SF ShEvil Dead—Windigo Jones, #1491
Born in a hunting lodge off of the Mississagi River near the southern rim of the Arctic Circle and just after the Moon of the Broken Snowshoe, little Windigo Jones was very much unlike the other little girls in her tiny village of Wikwemikong, Ontario. While they were practicing beadwork, dancing at powwows and playing extras in Westerns, little Windigo was far more interested in getting dirty scrapes on her knees chasing ever-larger prey through the northern boreal forests and extracting great joy from the delicate art of disembowling large fauna like moose after a hunt (photos of which widely-circulated art magazines never seemed to be interested in, only National Geographic).
Growing up, little Windigo showed a penchant for the macabre, raising the eyebrows and noses of her art teachers when she submitted sculptures for homework with titles like “Gored Worm and Hook #3” and “Swollen, Drowned Mink in Minnow Trap #2.” Convinced that only a more cosmopolitan city would appreciate her art pieces, Windigo saved her pennies from working summers as a Wilderness E.M.T. and winters guiding starving hunters through the polar-bear-ridden tundras of her homeland to follow the footsteps of her forebears and headed to the great urban reservation known as San Francisco in search of like-minded artistic souls. There, she met a satanic Apache and a meth-addled Kiowa who introduced her to all things punk rock and underground artsy-fartsy.
One night, after eating some frybread tacos and grabbing beers at Thee Parkside, they met an old punk too drunk to find his way to a nearby roller derby bout and the guy shoved his ticket into Windigo's hand. Being savvy at navigating the wilderness, whether wood or concrete, urban or rural, Windigo made her way to the bout on the outskirts of San Francisco and fell in love in an instant. She was determined that she'd found the next best thing to cheap beer and beaver meat, bought a pair of roller skates, and joined a team with a love of speed, dirty knees, and brains almost as strong as her own.
Photo Credit: Miss Moxxxie 2010