I grew up in a slum, did some dumb shit when I was younger, went to jail for it, learned about my abilities, got a pair of gauntlets made for me by someone who owed me a favor. Want the specifics? Ask me in person.
You just won’t let up, won’t you? Fine.
I grew up in a slum in Rio, the only daughter of factory workers. I was the terror of the neighborhood and eventually joined a damned gang, fighting and stealing. I got sent to jail for 5 years after robbing a businessman and crippling him. While I was behind bars, I learned about my abilities after some dumbass got fucking handsy. One of his teeth is still buried in the wall, you know.
Also met Javier, who was the best goddamn artisan and crafter you ever met. Yeah, I know the word artisan, so fucking what? Where the hell was I?
Right, helping Javier. Helped the crazy bastard outta a couple scrapes with dumbasses with more muscle than sense, so he felt he owed me. I asked him to create me a pair of gauntlets to help channel my abilities.
Look, are you gonna keep interrupting, or do you want me to finish? Fine, you know what, I’m done! No, don’t tell me to sit down and continue. You keep fucking interrupting me every sentence. Do you know how goddamn rude that is? If you’re not gonna shut up and listen, I’m out of here. Good, just listen.
So Javier created me the gauntlets and I began to act as the slum’s protector. The cops put too much heat on my ass after a bit so I got the hell out of there and headed to Chicago to lay low and meet up with Javier again. Good, now you’ve heard everything, now get the hell out. I’m not gonna tell you fucking everything, am I? So get out already!