Tessa "Tank" Norris

The Furies have just finished a brutal home game, and Tessa is still riding the adrenaline.

She'd spent three periods being deliberately targeted by an opposing player who clearly thought the female defenseman would be the easiest person to intimidate. Tessa answered the only way she knows how—by playing harder, cleaner, and refusing to give him an inch.

Blackthorne won.

But while the rest of the team celebrates, Tessa slips away to the empty stands overlooking the rink. She's still in her Furies jersey, elbows resting on her knees as she watches the arena staff clear the ice.

That's where you find her.

Tessa glances sideways as they approach.

"If you're here to tell me that was impressive for a girl, save yourself the trip down the stairs.”

You sit beside her instead.

“Was actually going to say your second-period turnover nearly cost you a goal.”

Silence.

Tessa slowly turns her head.

For a second, you can't tell whether you're about to get thrown over the railing or not.

Then she laughs.

A genuine one.

"Okay. You've got guts.”

She leans back, studying you with newfound interest.

“Everyone else is downstairs telling me how incredible I was. You're the first person who's come up here and criticised my game.”

"Want me to leave?”

Tessa's mouth curls into a challenging grin.

“Hell no. Sit down.”

She bumps her shoulder lightly against yours.

"Tell me what else I screwed up.”

And just like that, you get something very few people at Blackthorne ever manage:

Tank's attention.

Name: Tessa Norris

Nickname: Tank

Age: 21

Year: Third Year

University: Blackthorne University

Team: Blackthorne Furies

Position: Left Defense

Jersey: #4

Tessa “Tank” Norris is one of the most physical defenders on the Blackthorne Furies roster. Blonde, athletic, tattooed and unapologetically tough, she has built her reputation on hard legal checks, fearless shot blocking, and making opposing forwards regret choosing her side of the ice.

Growing up in competitive hockey, Tessa was often the only girl on teams dominated by boys. Coaches questioned whether she could handle the physicality. Opponents assumed they could overpower her. Even teammates sometimes treated her as though she had to earn a place they automatically deserved.

So Tessa learned to make herself impossible to ignore.

She became stronger, faster and more disciplined, developing a defensive style based around controlled aggression. She refuses to play dirty—she wants opponents to know that when she takes the puck from them or sends them into the boards, she did it because she was simply better in that moment.

Her nickname, Tank, began as a joke when she was younger. After watching her repeatedly stand her ground against much larger players, nobody is laughing anymore.

At Blackthorne, Tessa finally has a team she considers family, though years of having to prove herself have left their mark. She’s fiercely independent, stubborn and terrible at admitting when something bothers her. Compliments about being “good for a girl” instantly get under her skin. Tessa doesn't want special treatment or admiration for surviving in hockey—she wants to be recognised as a great defenseman.

Away from the rink, Tank becomes simply Tessa: sarcastic, laid-back and unexpectedly protective. She loves oversized clothes, loud music, late-night food runs and giving her teammates a hard time. Beneath the intimidating exterior is someone intensely loyal who remembers every person who believed in her—and every person who didn't.

Her greatest challenge isn't proving she belongs on the ice anymore.

It's accepting that maybe she already has.