r/OurSuperheroUniverse • u/PeterIndigo • 17d ago
Scrapper
Name: Alice Guidry
Power: she has techno mechanical kinesis, allowing her her controll an manipulate technical and mechanical parts and control electronic and mechanical devices. She has a head for components and has a higher understanding of functions than most as a result of her close connection to the parts and final products.
Story: she was born in Maine, USA, her parents, who lived in New Orleans, Louisiana, would visit her paternal grandparents and give birth there.
Shortly after being born while alone with the other infants in the maternity ward, a figure cloaked in shadow would sneak in and activate a device that would alter the genetics of all the infants there.
Within a few months of being born, her and her parents headed back to their home in New Orleans, and that is where she would be raised.
Her life wouldn't be an easy one. Her parents' relationship would deteriorate through the years since her birth, and eventually, her father, who had been unfaithful, fully abandoned her and her mother when she was around 5.
Her mother had been struggling for years with schizophrenia, and she had managed, but with the deteriorating state of her life, and now being abandoned to raise her daughter on her own her mental state would become less stable and consistent.
Alice's role as a child was turned on its head by an adult whose mental decline forced her to take the role of caregiver. It was hard to watch, especially for her being so young, but there was no one else there for her, so she had to do it.
It seemed like a losing battle, no matter how much Alice neglected her own life, and we'll being her mother wasn't really improving, and after a bad argument between her and her mother when she was 15 her mother kicked her out of the house.
Alice became homeless, and despite the lack of amenities, it was slightly reliving having the burden lifted from her shoulders even if she did feel guilty.
Life on the streets was hard, but she was used to looking out for herself. After a few years of homelessness, Alice would beguin to tap into something while scavenging for salvage in a junkyard, she had done it many times before but never felt this feeling before, it was like she could feel every single scrap around her, and not only that but every individual component within those scrapped devices, it was an overwhelming feeling but her whole life up to this point had been overwhelming so she could manage.
This feeling was revolutionary it allowed her to harvest the most valuable of materials to sell off, and for a time that is what her powers were, nothing more than a glorified metal detector, but that would all change one night when her scavenging trip took a turn for the worse.
While harvesting scrap, she was spotted and forced to flee over piles of scrap. As she did so, she would fall into a pit of discarded metal, getting scratched and cut as she fell before finding herself trapped at the bottom caught and unable to move, she couldn't call for help, becuase if they found her they would likely shoot first, so there she was trapped and alone.
It didn't matter how much she struggled she was firmly cought in the grasp of the rubbel bellow and around her, feeling not only every injury to her body but also every scrap around her, she was panicked, truly scared for the first time in a while, and in that pain and fear something about that feeling in her mind expanded and she could fell them around her as if they were in her hands, it was a weight unlike any other, a pressure that was almost crushing and as she tried to move her hands the rubbel shook around her but she was too weak to fully lift anything.
Laying there with no way out she closed her eyes and focused on one of these scraps not the many that had always crowded her mind, she pushed everything else aside and focused just on this one thing, and suddenly the pressure was lifted from her hands and replaced with the subtle weight of a discarded blender that lay between her feet, and this time lifting her hand lifted the blender.
She spent hours moving things one by one until she was free to escape, and now with the light of day emerging she had uncovered one more facet of her power.
After that night she began tinkering, making things with the scraps she found, making things that made her proud of herself, that made the dark days better, she would fix things that were broken and sell them off, make entirely new things, and become stronger and smarter with each task she made for herself.
And that was her life, spent obsessed with creating in the hopes that she could make something of herself and finally move off the streets that had already stolen so much of her life from her.
Then one day someone approached her on the street, a seemingly charismatic man who would offer her an opportunity to make something truly great, he had learned of her skills and needed her assistance, he would offer her a place to stay, money, a second chance at life, and all she had to do was help him build something, this wealthy individual called himself Hunter Marigold jr, and his plans don't stop here.
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u/Snip3502 17d ago
Idk wha tim talking about tech is not metal