In a long abandoned base lies a thousand year old block of ice. The Mushroom War had kicked up immense clouds of dust, shrouding Earth from the sun. Thus came another Ice Age. The whole thing was eerily reminiscent of the first great extinction.
In the forgotten room's icy embrace lies a little-known half-demon. A foundling, she was brought up in foster care before, at the age of fifteen, becoming a quiet protector of the city that used to be known as Los Angeles. Rapists, violent or sadistic gang members, even murderers, were dispatched of and dumped in front of the city morgue before the police department had to attach the prefix "mass".
She had her own ways of getting information, which explained why she found her victims so quickly. She had the unearthly talent of becoming ethereal and invisible, and with it she made the rounds of the city. Listening in on conversations and watching for the signs. Three strikes against them, three reasons to make her suspicious, and they were headed for the morgue. Of course, the city couldn't find evidence as well as she could, so many of her kills were "unexplained". Although, compared to the victims who were confirmed criminals, I'm sure they could guess.
Over time she received a variety of nicknames from the media. Being anonymous, they automatically assumed that she was a man. Her personal favorite was when they referred to her as "the real-life Batman". That never failed to put a smile on her face. To fund her modest lifestyle, she used her powers to... I suppose you would have to use the term steal-but never more than twenty dollars at any one place at any given time. She was rather polite about it. At least she thought so, obviously she lived by her own rules and morals.
About a year and a half after she began protecting LA' s civilians, she found herself in the before-mentioned secret base, in a private bunker far beneath an office building in the middle of a crowded part of the city. She was trying to dispatch of (actually she was going to kill this one quite viciously, he was an asshole.) a surgeon who funded his sports car collection with the money he obtained by kidnapping young adults and selling their organs on the black market. She had just managed to kill him when his assistants cornered her in the refrigerated storage room and covered her in dry ice before turning the thermostat to it's lowest setting and fleeing. She was frozen solid in minutes and forgotten.
Months later the Mushroom War began and the resulting Ice Age prolonged her condition. But after five hundred years the earth began to warm again and life's many new forms began to flourish. This was the land of Aaa.
Over the centuries the warmth ever-so-slowly invaded our hero's icy tomb, and the layers of ice started to melt. The tip of her left pinky finger began to thaw. And with that realization her deepest instincts awakened from their long sleep.
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I haven't done much research yet, so sorry for that, and I have also changed what little I do know for the plot. (And my touch screen is acting stupid again, so this is in bold AND italics. Ugh.)
I know that dry ice would probably result in a frozen statue of her instead of surrounding her in a block of ice, and the assistants probably wouldn't have had that much ( if any) dry ice in the first place, but please ignore reason for the sake of the plot, Kay? (PS, that was an okay origins story, right? I'd like to think so...)
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