hc; jane crocker was already proficient in several form of martial arts by the time she was 8. she would sneak out of the house in disguise to sign up for underground martial art fighting and became champion until some of her political enemies found out and used it as way to do another assassination attempt.
concept: jane crocker has killed a lot of people. she’s just never been taught to look at them as people as much as adversaries, grunts on the way to the big bad. and this is her norm for years, and she doesn’t really think about it until she’s in her twenties and at the top of the corporate ladder.
unlike her friends and (technical) relatives, jane crocker doesn’t really grieve. she doesn’t process or sit down and pick apart the pieces. she just keeps taking bullets and keeps walking, blue eyes forward even when her feet are stuck with broken glass.
but when there’s nothing left to run from, jane only has herself to look to.
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