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| Real Name: Diana Smith | ||
| Aliases: None | ||
| Identity: Secret | ||
| Occupation: Drifter | ||
| Citizenship: Unknown | ||
| Education: None | ||
| Birthplace: Unknown | ||
| Date of Birth: Unknown | ||
| Known Relatives: Unknown | ||
| Group Affiliation: None |
Background
Diana had a last name, a family, friends. But then she died. She was in a car accident at the age of 18. She thought she was alright, but the concussion in her head swallowed consciousness. The swelling in her head killed her shortly after the accident.
She does not know this.
Cut to the hospital, a Jane Doe tag on her toe. Unclaimed, as no one knew she was gone, lost. Family forgotten, Jane Doe was donated to science. Her new doctor was a madman, but told no one. He found her body perfect for his experiments. Reanimation of flesh combined with the dark arts of sorcery. He smiled at finding the perfect specimen.
She did not know this.
Cut to many different evenings, Diana saw only snippets of life. An occasional evening sky. A room. A man. Over and over, little moments. Disjointed, meaningless. Everything was a void, cold and empty.
This she learned.
Then one night her eyes opened of their own accord. Her surroundings familiar yet foreign. She rose and looked around the laboratory, got up and moved around. Everything was cold, numb, as if touched in the depths of sleep. She knew she didn't belong here, but she could not understand how she got here, or what she was doing…where to go…her memories were gone, her mind emptied by countless operations. She could barely function, as she staggered. Her skin, pale and white, her body frail and thin, yet strong. Stronger than she knew. She pushed the door open, and it came off its hinges. An alarm sounded in the house, and she ran.
Through a window and out into the night. Diana fled. She ran out in to the night not knowing where to go, what to do, who to talk to. She wanted to cry, but there was not water in her eyes. Running across a field in the middle of the night, she came upon a pond. She tried to drink, but there was nothing to taste in her hand. Everything stayed numb, dull. She felt robbed, angry, scared and lost. What to do? She was trapped.
She needed to find help. Her only hope was to find someone who knew what she was. Then maybe she'd find out who she was. With that, she started walking and heading for someplace that might hold answers. When she saw the sign along the highway, she wondered if it was the right place. She passed by the sign, saying "Welcome to San Angeles."
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Stats
Real Name: Diana Smith
Aliases: None
Age: Unknown
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 118 lbs.
Known Relatives: None
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