When I first started thinking about the backstory of Sylvana ideas started racing through my head, like "why doesn't she have a alias, what's her connection to Gonzo, how did she get her powers." While I was playing these questions got anwsers, new questions popped up and so on. Yesterday at work I had a bit of extra time and started writing that which has already shaped in my head. At some point I was out of the extra time to realise I reached a perfect spot to end chapter 1. I figured I would leave it for a while, then rewrite most of it, leave it again and rewrite again. Then my connection dropped for most of last night, I rewrote. Checked it again this morning and was quite content with it, replaced a few words but decided it was, as they say, a final version. I changed DRAFT to DEF to make the word document look more proffesional and well, here it is. So far I've got general ideas for what should be in chapter 2 and 3, but as they are now they're just covering time between chapter 1 and 4. I got most of chapter 4 worked out in my head. At the end of chapter 4, the full origin story of these two characters should be complete. Depending on how much I've been bitten by the writing bug and how many idea's I've got in the time while writing this, there might be more.
Chapter 1 Origins
Wasnt that the best gig ever? asked Cynthia as they left the club in Kings Row. Sylvanas gaze was fixed on the folder in her hands yeah
sure was she muttered. She suddenly looked up Say, these medical experiments, you reckon theyre safe? I mean... its good money and since my brother left
you know. Cynthia looked at Sylvana with worry, youre serious about this? Come on Syl, youve heard the stories. Dont be silly, being a waitress isnt such a horrible job is it? Yeah I guess, she replied as she pocketed the folder. In fact she has heard the stories; in a city like Paragon City it was hard not to. Every hero out there had their own origin story and many of them started with an innocent experiment. She wandered how many of these experiments didnt result in a super powered being. Not everybody can be so lucky as to be stung by a radioactive scorpion and live to tell about it. It was just a silly thought, never mind. See you Wednesday, she said as they reached her house. Get some sleep and clear your head of those silly thoughts and remember youre buying Wednesday, Cynthia replied with a smile as she headed down the street.
Sylvana opened the door slowly. Mom? she ventured to the empty room. She knew her mother wouldnt be home yet. It was only 10 and ever since her brother left they both had to keep two jobs just to keep their heads above water. She wished she could afford to be as carefree as Cynthia. She took the folder out of her pocket and dialled the phone.
Gonzo looked around him. Hes woken up in strange places before, but this was the first time he woke up in a comfortable bed in the middle of something that looked and sounded a high-tech lab. Hello? he asked nobody in particular. The last thing he could remember was the aftermath of the fight he won. There were drinks and girls, oh what lovely girls were hanging at his lips for his every word. He mustve hooked up with one of them. He ventured a look around him again; it certainly looked like a lab. Who cares what it looks like, which door is the exit, this is a little weird for my taste. The sound of a door sliding open behind him filled the room.
Ah good morning, glad youve woken up, said a very male voice Im terribly sorry about having to drag you here like this. But you were quite unconscious from the drinks when I finally had a chance to talk to you. This seemed the only way. The only way? A phone call would suffice! Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here? Where are my clothes? the voice laughed. You still have whats left of your clothes on, that was quite a nasty fight you had gotten yourself into. As to whom I am and where you are. I am Dr. Meglamigrane and you are in my house. As to why; I saw a business opportunity I couldnt resist and could very well not be discussed over the phone. The idea alone! My dear boy, with my brain and your muscle I see a bright future for the both of us. If you would follow me, I shall explain as to what I am talking about over some breakfast.
You must realise; its not just a matter of taking some pills and telling us how you feel. There will be surgery involved and we will have to keep you here for a couple of weeks for observation, the woman behind the desk told her. Funny, she was older then Sylvana, but looked a lot happier. How about the payment? That will be fully taken care of; it will all be transferred to your mothers account even if anything unforeseen happens. You mean if I die? If you will just fill out these liability forms and these forms, you can come in first thing tomorrow. She did mean if I die, I might die from this. Then again; this is the only way to get out of it. No more working to keep our heads above water. Its the first good thing thatll happen to us since dads death. I might even be able to go back to school. She considered these options as she filled out the forms and handed them to the woman. Guess Ill see you tomorrow then.
Gonzo looked at the machine again. So, if I put on this
thing Ill be stronger? And then what? Then there will be no stopping us. We could do anything! I know several brokers around the rogue isles who can set us up for some good work. I even have a contact within Arachnos who might have the odd job for us. Gonzo considered this; he ventured to the Rogue Isles for opportunities like this, but this doctor seemed quite mad. So, whats the catch? It doesnt come off, does it? Ill be stuck with that suit on my body. Its all rather scientific and boring, but it boils down to this. This machine attaches the circuitry to your body. Then the protection shell covers the circuitry to ensure that it wont attach itself to your nerve ends and all that nasty stuff. Do you really want me all to explain the whole process again? No not really, just answer me this; why arent you putting it on? Because the suit does not grant actual strength; that has to be supplied by the wearer. The suit provides you with electric armour and an array of electrical attacks. I, as you can see, am quite fragile and have
other qualities to bring to the venture. And I can take it off when I want to? Meglamigrane sighed, Yes. Really, do you think I would make a super powered suit, tell you you can take it off and lie about it? Do I look stupid? You would get mad. You would get mad and be super powered and Ill be here to feel just how super powered you are. Gonzo considered this for a moment. Youve got a point there, he said as he stepped into the machine. Fire it up!
Good morning miss Salvato, how are you feeling today? Sylvana slowly opened her eyes; it felt as if her head was about to explode. There are several degrees of headache; this one felt like it would give a whole new meaning to the word migraine. My head hurts, she said. Weve attached several neuro enhancers to your brain, all with their own energy source that will be quite hard to deplete. If it works it will do wonderful things for science and medicine, a stroke would be as bad as having a cold. Just think... You did what? the doctor sighed, nobody wants to hear about the scientific implications of their actions after major surgery. The pain should be gone soon enough, after that well just see what side effects there are. Try to get some sleep Sylvana closed her eyes again. She just wanted to sleep.
When she opened them again the room was quiet. The pain was gone, that much was true but everything looked different; like there was a whole new spectrum of colours available to colour the world around her. By the light from her window it looked like it was still early in the morning and nothing much seemed to be going on around her room. There was a television set in her room she wondered where the remote control would be. Slowly her eyes trailed across the room searching for it, only to see it lying on a table on the other side of the room. She reached out for it and considered getting up to get it, wondering what was on and if getting up after surgery was really the best idea right now. When she looked at the remote again she saw that it was floating between the table and her hand, but dropped to the floor the moment she noticed. She looked around the room again startled and noticed there was nobody there. Slowly she peered over the edge of her bed at the remote on the ground. After staring at it for a while she reached out to it again, in a fluid motion it soared through the air in her hand.
that's pretty much all I remember 
you can always send a tell when you get on, maybe somebody had to drop.