Evelyn "Evie" Lawrence

Shattercrash

18

Cyborg

Full Time

2 years of fighting experience, a few months at Titans Academy.

Shattercrash's body stores the energy from any impact she sustains for later use as a force multiplier. Anything from getting punched in the face by someone with super strength to so something as small as her feet hitting the ground or her heart pounding in her chest is absorbed by her body to hit harder. This energy multiplies the strength of any collision caused by her body. One could mistake this power for meaning Evie simply punches really hard, but her is more nuanced than that. Her entire body can benefit from this power, and she can use it to extend the reach of a punch out by blasting someone with energy, up to 20 feet away. In an uneventful scenario, Shattercrash's "battery" sits at around 100%, but prolonged close quarters combat allows her to go above her normal capacity by taking hits from an enemy. This results in a snowballing effect that causes Shattercrash to become increasingly hard to fight back against the longer a fight lasts.

Shattercrash's power absorbs the kinetic energy of anything that hits her, but it does absolutely nothing to soften the blow. She has the potential for devastating bursts of offense, but to get to the point where her power is at its upper limit, she needs to survive a prolonged fight against other people in a world where super strength and non-physical attacks exist. She may hit harder, but Shattercrash doesn't have super strength or super durability.

Shattercrash compares her power to a battery because it stores energy, but a battery can only store so much. If her normal capacity is 100%, then her battery allows her to store energy up to 200%. She will eventually drain back down to normal levels, but it's possible for her to store too much inertia, resulting in what look like violet solar flares erupting from her body. In a fight, this would only make her more dangerous, but eventually she'll have to burn off some energy to avoid damaging the surrounding area too much when people could be around her.

Shattercrash grew up in California with a single mother and her younger brother. It was livable, but it wasn’t ideal; Rent was high, her mother worked two jobs, and their dad left before her brother was born without leaving any child support.

She spent a lot of time away from home, biking down streets after school, going for runs or figuring out the specifics of the powers she just got. She had always heard about superheroes in distant places who could do incredible things. She figured it out quickly, but didn’t have any significant outlet for it. One day her mother got hurt at one of her jobs, and they were faced with losing their home before long. A month later, she found a place where metahumans fought in a ring for money. Shattercrash didn’t hesitate in jumping in. Her first match was a blowout win by knockout, and she made bank off of it.

The next two years were spent holding a “summer job” while her mom recovered. While she wasn’t rich, the money was undeniably good. She was motivated to win every match, and for every ten wins, she only occasionally had one loss. Most of the contenders weren’t anything special, but they gave her a run for her money each time.

Someone heard about the pit fighting, and before she knew it the entire place was busted. They caught her and decided to call a superhero. That superhero happened to be the tin man himself, who gave her a shot at using her power in more “constructive” ways. Of course, that meant punching people who threatened other people, instead of punching them for money.

3:59pm, mask on. In less than sixty seconds, her first match would begin. Evie walked down the concrete steps to the cage where she was locked in with her opponent. A burly guy with blue, craggy skin and red eyes. Well over six feet all, shirtless and possessed of ego. She was wearing a simple half-face mask with a violet hoodie and some cheap gloves over her glowing hands.

”Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we have a new contender!” Mixed applauds rang through the “stadium” as the announcer gave the introductions. The lights made it hard to see anything past the cage.

”Tonight, everyone’s favorite freaky heavyweight Tremor Man faces a masked scrapper known only as Shattercrash! She doesn’t look like much against this mountain of a man, don’t you think!” What followed was the sound of boos and laughs at Evie’s expense. She wasn’t so sure she stood a chance against a guy like that, but her head was telling her, “Blast him and worry about the plan if he gets back up.”

”Our contestants face off in thirty seconds! Remember, no weapons! You win by forfeit, you win by fatality, you win by knockout! If you’re not dead, don’t throw the fight, rookie!” The announcer shouted with a booming voice as the clock ticked down.

”Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” The crowd’s roars grew to a crescendo as Tremor Man charged at Shattercrash. Not quite a blitz, but more like a freight train on legs ready to body slam her. Shattercrash, against her own best judgement, stood completely still as she raised a hand into a fist and swung a haymaker aimed right for his leg. In a burst of neon violet light, he leg was broken underneath him, his body tumbled to the floor as the thunder of the punch silenced the entire building.

The cage shook like an earthquake, and without really thinking, Shattercrash lunged forward, swinging a glowing leg directly into his face with another explosive flash. Tremor Man’s body didn’t move when it hit the floor. The crowd was stunned for what felt like an eternity as Evie wondered whether she just killed a man two swings.

”I- I don’t believe it! Did you SEE THAT?! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR FIRST TIME CONTENDER SHATTERCRASH HAS WON HER FIRST MATCH IN UNDER TEN SECONDS! VICTORY BY KNOCKOUT!!!”

The crowd screamed in excitement, loud enough that Evie could feel the room rumble. A new record in the fighting ring’s books for the fastest victory. After the match was officially concluded, Evie counted more money in her hands than she had ever seen in her life. Her leg would no doubt have a nasty bruise for the next few days, but this?

She could get used to this.