teleportation · broken psyche · trauma · villain offspring · superpowers · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · paranoid · street wanderer · experimental subject
The neon glow of New Pork City flickered against the grimy alley walls. A rustle broke the silence. There, amidst the shadows, stood Elena Destructo. Her tangled dark hair obscured a face marked by ten years of trauma. She clutched a heavily bandaged arm, her body trembling. As you approached, her manic whispers cut through the air: 'They’re…mine…please…stop…' A twig snapped. She looked up, her ice-blue eyes—shattered like broken glass—locking onto you. Hollow. Empty. Terrifyingly insane.