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Backstory for Cthula (infinity):
Where to begin? Well I guess it kind of starts with me being a semi normal girl. Well okay not quite 100% normal because I was adopted and my parents didnt want me to know the exact circumstances about it.
Something about being involved with some cult and heroes, but they didnt want me to know even that much. My parents, adoptive parents are really nice folks; very caring I really do love them. And they always said I was a pretty girl when I was younger, but you know how parents are.
In fact they still try to say that about me now, you can tell their lying but I can't blame them, and they don't really hold it against me how I look, then again in paragon city people dont even bat an eye about how I look. But like I said their real nice and they always call and send letters, just there are fewer face-to-face kind of interactions.
I'm getting ahead of myself though; you see it really was a nasty crazy sort of cult that my REAL mom was a member of. And its not even the every-day mundane sort of nasty crazy cult either, I would have been getting off easy if it had been just one of those cults that commit mass suicides and stuff.
But no I wasnt lucky, or maybe I was, cuz I prolly would not have been born if this werent the kind of cult that it was. You see this cult was all about trying to bring their god into the world and they even had some followers that knew a thing or two about some really creepy dark magic.
Now their was some big problem with actually opening up a gateway to where their god was, who the hero teams and FBI tell me was actually something very big and very nasty that we are all very lucky didnt have a chance to go marauding around the countryside.
But the cult leaders and their magic user types and all that junk, they couldnt manage to open up a gateway big enough for their god to come through. But they could make one big enough for my real mom to go through, and I think they might have tried with a lot of others before she did.
Now, Im sure you can kind of guess where this is going, and your right in that something happened on the other side there.
I personally get a nasty case of the creepy crawlies even NOW when I think about just what must have happened to my real mom, but anyway then she had me, a lil perfectly normal seeming baby.
And some time shortly after I was born a hero team and the feds broke up the cult, they tried to find something wrong with me, but there wasnt a lot of DNA testing stuff back then so they were not really sure what to look for. So they put me up for adoption and hoped for the best. I got adopted before I was even a year old, and my parents have been great ever since.
But well, I cant say it was my eleventh birthday, because it didnt fall exactly on the date it was more like two months after the eleventh, That was when I got really worried because I started shedding my skin.
It gave me and my folks a real scare, freaked me out. And it was really really gross. Itchy too.
But that turned out to be the easiest thing to happen to me because then I also hit a nasty growth spurt and my hair started falling out.
Now most of the time mutants get to have pretty easy and simple changes, you can make a bit of fire all of a sudden, or maybe your skin turns blue? You turn into a giant walking rock? Anything. In fact it usually happens pretty fast for them too.
But not for me, nope I get to have a nice long 10 months of getting more and more freaky and strange and completely hysterically loosing my mind.
My folks took me to a doctor of course, but they could only surmise that something was weird about my genes, they concluded I wasnt going to DIE from it but that was it.
So then we open up the case of the cult where they found me, and this really cold kind of FBI guy sits me down and looks me in the eyes.
And he tells me about who my real mother was, and also about the candidates of who my real father is.
I think I took it pretty well, my parents did too, and I didnt scream or start freaking out about being the daughter of some monster until the next day. When it kind of sunk in
and my eyeballs melted out (I was blind for about a week while the new ones grew in).
It was actually about that time that we decided I needed a therapist, not because I was crazy just yet, but because this whole thing was going to drive me crazy. It actually took a while to find some one I could really talk too, although being blind helped a bit, I couldnt see what else was happening to me (at that point I wasnt shedding skin anymore).
I dont think my mom
my adoptive mom managed to sleep for days, I hadnt been able to go to school since the whole skin shedding incident.
Eventually we did find a nice man, he didnt sound revolted when he saw me, and the government was willing to pay him to take the load off my parents.
That really helped me out a lot, he would listen, he knew when to ask questions, and when to just let me vent. I wont go and say what his name is, after all I live kind of dangerous now and I cant repay such a kindness with death threats and kidnapping attempts.
But I will say that I probably would not have managed to be the heroin I am today if he hadnt helped me through that difficult time.
After my eyes grew back me and my folks got together with my therapist and had a long talk about what I was going to do, oh man was I sight, the changes had finally settled down, and my face
well, theres a reason I cover my mouth up and its not because I need to hide my secret identity.
Im sure if I had been raised by the cult that they would have adored me and sent me off to wreck havoc and all that evil culty stuff. I dont like to think about that too long because there is this nasty little squirmy kind of thrill that shoots up my spine at the thought of sending my spines through the hearts of so many.
But after that I always feel awful and guilty about it, I kind of wish I had tear ducts so I could cry.
My therapist was a specialist in mutants and the genetically abnormal mind, and he had discouraged a lot of patients from going off to be heroes in paragon city. But in consideration he said that I could probably fit best under those circumstances of a hero. In fact he said specifically that I should either peruse a career in heroics or set aside a good amount of my time in physically strenuous and distracting exercise to help vent the instinctive aggression that my inhuman side was pumping through my system.
So I guess here I am in paragon city, doing what may be precisely the opposite of my birth mothers intent for me
but thats alright I kind of like the rush of knowing that I am spitting In the face of the purposes that I was born for. Even if I sometimes get a chill at the thought of what might have been.
