Eleanor: 2021
Eleanor would have honestly tried to be ‘good.’
Her powers were not so bad that she couldn’t have gotten away with it, either; except for the rumors that there was something inside of her, a creature that was basically a ‘gateway’ to giving normal people superpowers. The government wanted that, and so she’d been right at the top of the ‘hunt them down’ list when the Government went commando on everyone.
She gave the initial force that came after her a very, very unpleasant welcoming and then disappeared into the underbelly of the city. In a way living in the sewers and tunnels and old abandoned underground infrastructure was a lot like going home to Rapture. It was dark and cold and wet and nobody wanted to go down there if they could avoid it. Luckily for her, she didn’t really mind.
Unluckily for everyone else, as she listened to the world around her changing, the people she knew being imprisoned, forced to hide who they were, or even killed, Eleanor began to rethink her father’s ‘forgiveness and responsibility’ attitude. Why should she have a responsibility to these people? They didn’t care about her, they wanted to kill her or study her or worse.
It took a few months, almost a year before her attitude finally shifted completely. No, if this world was going to treat her like a criminal, she was going to become one. And frankly, she had the power and ability to do it. It was partly to keep herself ‘happy’ and get herself what she wanted, and partly to strike back at a government that she now hated.
Over the course of the next few months there was a rash of technology thefts all across the country. Some of it local technologies, some of it stolen from imports or invented by traitor imports, but all of it obviously linked to one thing. Creating and growing something. Cloning technology, growth sustaining chemicals, nutrient vats, a rapid-cellular development formula, and a dozen other things.
She had the tools she needed, and the knowledge of Rapture’s scientists tucked away in the back of her brain for just such a rainy day. So she put it to use. She built have a dozen labs hidden deep beneath the city, quietly nursing off the electricity grid from places it wouldn’t be noticed…subway lines, power plant storage, the warehouse districts. She couldn’t extract the ADAM slug from her chest…but she could reach it through her skin with a Syringe. She could get a sample. And that was all she really needed.
Six months after that, the first plasmids hid the black market. She avoided the city, marketing them in other places. Philadelphia, Detroit and Washington D.C. were her test markets, and the first round was your basic ‘feel good’ plasmids. Run faster, jump higher, shoot electricity from the tips of your fingers. It was just temporary, her dealers lied, you’ll love it.
So suddenly, there were junkies with superpowers in three major cities. A lot of them. And since they did not have a slug inside them, the powers would start to wear off. And they would have to go back and buy their next hit…and their next…and their next…
Addiction was such a stable business model.
Eleanor established ‘franchises’ in the three cities. She would give them two or three cloned ADAM slugs, the tools and research they would need to create the plasmids, and a promise that she’d be around periodically to pick up her share of the take. Of course, the slugs were engineered to die, and she kept the secrets of making new plasmids or more slugs for herself. Just to be safe.
And then she went to ground, off the radar for more than a year. The next time she was spotted, she was in Austin, and suddenly there were junkies who could burn things with their minds, junkies who could disappear in the blink of an eye, and move things with their mind. And then five months later, in San Diego, junkies who could freeze cars in place, freeze people in place and kill them with one casual swing of a baseball bat.
And she was just getting started.
Every time the government started to get close to her, she’d be spotted in another city, or in two or three cities. People given (weaker) versions of her powers and paid a small fortune to get noticed and then disappear; it was an old trick, but it worked. Eleanor herself slipped away, running the business from Mexico, from South America, sometimes from Europe.
Eight years later, her little drug empire established, she came out of hiding, sending a little note along to the US government…if they moved against her, she had arranged to give Plasmid technology to North Korea, China, half a dozen African countries and every drug cartel in South America.
It never hurt to have a bit of MAD up your sleeve, after all.
Her powers were not so bad that she couldn’t have gotten away with it, either; except for the rumors that there was something inside of her, a creature that was basically a ‘gateway’ to giving normal people superpowers. The government wanted that, and so she’d been right at the top of the ‘hunt them down’ list when the Government went commando on everyone.
She gave the initial force that came after her a very, very unpleasant welcoming and then disappeared into the underbelly of the city. In a way living in the sewers and tunnels and old abandoned underground infrastructure was a lot like going home to Rapture. It was dark and cold and wet and nobody wanted to go down there if they could avoid it. Luckily for her, she didn’t really mind.
Unluckily for everyone else, as she listened to the world around her changing, the people she knew being imprisoned, forced to hide who they were, or even killed, Eleanor began to rethink her father’s ‘forgiveness and responsibility’ attitude. Why should she have a responsibility to these people? They didn’t care about her, they wanted to kill her or study her or worse.
It took a few months, almost a year before her attitude finally shifted completely. No, if this world was going to treat her like a criminal, she was going to become one. And frankly, she had the power and ability to do it. It was partly to keep herself ‘happy’ and get herself what she wanted, and partly to strike back at a government that she now hated.
Over the course of the next few months there was a rash of technology thefts all across the country. Some of it local technologies, some of it stolen from imports or invented by traitor imports, but all of it obviously linked to one thing. Creating and growing something. Cloning technology, growth sustaining chemicals, nutrient vats, a rapid-cellular development formula, and a dozen other things.
She had the tools she needed, and the knowledge of Rapture’s scientists tucked away in the back of her brain for just such a rainy day. So she put it to use. She built have a dozen labs hidden deep beneath the city, quietly nursing off the electricity grid from places it wouldn’t be noticed…subway lines, power plant storage, the warehouse districts. She couldn’t extract the ADAM slug from her chest…but she could reach it through her skin with a Syringe. She could get a sample. And that was all she really needed.
Six months after that, the first plasmids hid the black market. She avoided the city, marketing them in other places. Philadelphia, Detroit and Washington D.C. were her test markets, and the first round was your basic ‘feel good’ plasmids. Run faster, jump higher, shoot electricity from the tips of your fingers. It was just temporary, her dealers lied, you’ll love it.
So suddenly, there were junkies with superpowers in three major cities. A lot of them. And since they did not have a slug inside them, the powers would start to wear off. And they would have to go back and buy their next hit…and their next…and their next…
Addiction was such a stable business model.
Eleanor established ‘franchises’ in the three cities. She would give them two or three cloned ADAM slugs, the tools and research they would need to create the plasmids, and a promise that she’d be around periodically to pick up her share of the take. Of course, the slugs were engineered to die, and she kept the secrets of making new plasmids or more slugs for herself. Just to be safe.
And then she went to ground, off the radar for more than a year. The next time she was spotted, she was in Austin, and suddenly there were junkies who could burn things with their minds, junkies who could disappear in the blink of an eye, and move things with their mind. And then five months later, in San Diego, junkies who could freeze cars in place, freeze people in place and kill them with one casual swing of a baseball bat.
And she was just getting started.
Every time the government started to get close to her, she’d be spotted in another city, or in two or three cities. People given (weaker) versions of her powers and paid a small fortune to get noticed and then disappear; it was an old trick, but it worked. Eleanor herself slipped away, running the business from Mexico, from South America, sometimes from Europe.
Eight years later, her little drug empire established, she came out of hiding, sending a little note along to the US government…if they moved against her, she had arranged to give Plasmid technology to North Korea, China, half a dozen African countries and every drug cartel in South America.
It never hurt to have a bit of MAD up your sleeve, after all.