Post by illirica on Jul 13, 2022 16:50:06 GMT
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Ever just want to tear everything down? All those big buildings, all those fancy cars - they were never built for people like us. No, they're just for the rich, the special, the fortunate. People say things should change, but saying it doesn't change anything. It never has. The only way to change things is with violence.
Name: Lauren Abroga
Age: 24
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Silver
Ability: To destroy metal. Any metal, any alloy. It doesn't matter how special it is, whether it's built from common iron or forged from imploding superstars in some tech-god's forge-temple. Metal instantly dissolves upon contact with Chromewrecker's skin. She can make it dissolve further out at will, to a distance of a city block.
Biography: Lauren was young once - young and in love, as the saying goes. She was a college student, and he was a wealthy business owner who swept her off her feet. With his experience and money, she didn't really need to worry about college - he could take care of her, and she could take care of the house and the eventual children. It was going to be a perfect life. Lauren dropped out of school, moved into the penthouse apartment in New York he bought her, and focused on shopping and making things perfect when he was home and not on business trips.
It was about a year later when she found out about his wife in LA - or, more specifically, when the wife in LA found out about her. Of course, by then it was too late to get her scholarships back even if she could get back into college - and when he kicked her out of the penthouse because he'd decided to start dating another college freshman, Lauren had nowhere to go except back to her parents' house to try to put her life back together.
Nothing happened to him, of course. He was rich, who was going to stop him? Being a horrible person wasn't against the law - and even if it had been, Lauren knew he'd paid people to look the other way about things. She couldn't tell anyone about them, of course, because she'd known about them too - she'd helped him make phone calls, socialize with the right people. He could pay them off, but she couldn't, and if anything ever came out, she was the one who'd take the fall. She knew it, because he told her.
So there wasn't anything to do but rage - and rage came easily to her. Impotent rage, at first, but eventually it turned to something else. She'd been waiting tables at a restaurant, and he'd been there - because he liked coming in to where she worked, to remind her where the power really was. He had a new girl on his arm, and on her finger was a diamond ring.
Lauren recognized it, of course. It was the same one he'd given her three years before, when she'd been young and in love. Something snapped inside her, and somehow the ring broke, the metal completely destroyed, the sparkling diamond lost on the floor. She'd found it later and kept it - it was a reminder. She wasn't going to be fooled again - and she was going to change things, whether he liked it or not.
She had no sympathy for the rich. No sympathy for the system that kept them in power. The only way to make things change was to change them herself. Innocent people were going to get hurt... but sometimes that was the cost of change. It was just the way things had to be. The wealthy were a plague, a sickness, a cancer... and the cure was going to make things worse for a while, but it would all be better in the end.
She just had to see it through.
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Ever just want to tear everything down? All those big buildings, all those fancy cars - they were never built for people like us. No, they're just for the rich, the special, the fortunate. People say things should change, but saying it doesn't change anything. It never has. The only way to change things is with violence.
Name: Lauren Abroga
Age: 24
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Silver
Ability: To destroy metal. Any metal, any alloy. It doesn't matter how special it is, whether it's built from common iron or forged from imploding superstars in some tech-god's forge-temple. Metal instantly dissolves upon contact with Chromewrecker's skin. She can make it dissolve further out at will, to a distance of a city block.
Biography: Lauren was young once - young and in love, as the saying goes. She was a college student, and he was a wealthy business owner who swept her off her feet. With his experience and money, she didn't really need to worry about college - he could take care of her, and she could take care of the house and the eventual children. It was going to be a perfect life. Lauren dropped out of school, moved into the penthouse apartment in New York he bought her, and focused on shopping and making things perfect when he was home and not on business trips.
It was about a year later when she found out about his wife in LA - or, more specifically, when the wife in LA found out about her. Of course, by then it was too late to get her scholarships back even if she could get back into college - and when he kicked her out of the penthouse because he'd decided to start dating another college freshman, Lauren had nowhere to go except back to her parents' house to try to put her life back together.
Nothing happened to him, of course. He was rich, who was going to stop him? Being a horrible person wasn't against the law - and even if it had been, Lauren knew he'd paid people to look the other way about things. She couldn't tell anyone about them, of course, because she'd known about them too - she'd helped him make phone calls, socialize with the right people. He could pay them off, but she couldn't, and if anything ever came out, she was the one who'd take the fall. She knew it, because he told her.
So there wasn't anything to do but rage - and rage came easily to her. Impotent rage, at first, but eventually it turned to something else. She'd been waiting tables at a restaurant, and he'd been there - because he liked coming in to where she worked, to remind her where the power really was. He had a new girl on his arm, and on her finger was a diamond ring.
Lauren recognized it, of course. It was the same one he'd given her three years before, when she'd been young and in love. Something snapped inside her, and somehow the ring broke, the metal completely destroyed, the sparkling diamond lost on the floor. She'd found it later and kept it - it was a reminder. She wasn't going to be fooled again - and she was going to change things, whether he liked it or not.
She had no sympathy for the rich. No sympathy for the system that kept them in power. The only way to make things change was to change them herself. Innocent people were going to get hurt... but sometimes that was the cost of change. It was just the way things had to be. The wealthy were a plague, a sickness, a cancer... and the cure was going to make things worse for a while, but it would all be better in the end.
She just had to see it through.