taking the world by storm with squealed cries and piercing shrieks, jasmine tucker immediately obtained the crown to become a force to be reckoned with born on a dusk fallen evening. willed with a strong mind and an even stronger attitude, the young girl wasted absolutely no time in coming into her own. for instance, thinking outside the box instantaneously grew as one of her most favorite past times, especially so once the mutant would catch onto her ability of rifting circumstances into her favor. finding her reverie more often than not traveling to areas which happened to be unfathomable, imagine jasmine’s purely unadulterated glee upon finding out she could mold situations with a mere musing.

   bearing the privilege of having two loving mutant parents at her side — one which manipulated matter and another whom absorbed others’ abilities — jasmine was only encouraged to build up on her skillset. however, such seemingly picture perfect conditions would hastily deteriorate within a matter of moments, before jasmine could even alter fate itself into coinciding with her own desires. in the form of two .45 caliber bullets lodged into the flesh of her unguarded beloveds would render jasmine into a bitter and hate enflamed reality warper — a rather large inconvenience for those abhorrent up a possible mutant uprising.

   immediately placed into the foster system, only to be taken up rather suspiciously quick by a non mutant, jasmine’s rage only seemed to boil to outrageous levels, leading her to act out on numerous occasions. on the other hand, it seemed such simmering dislike could only be appeased in the form of yet another mutant. soft features and delicate tendencies taming her feral state, it was safe to assume jasmine was smitten. still, such revelations were not yet to be completely over.

   while having emerged from a deep slumber during no specific hour of darkness, on her trek to the restroom in the dead of night, jasmine would undoubtedly reach her final breaking point. between hushed whispers and hummed utterances, jasmine would collect enough evidence that her foster father was responsible for countless mutant deaths, leading her to assume the potential, yet worst possibility — her parents were one of said deaths. in a fit of fury, jasmine utilized her ability, bending the realm by which her foster father happened to be placed in, thus driving him into an uncontrollable haze of craze. by the end of it all, he was sprawled dead upon the floor, a pair of scissors bloodied in his grip while his neck appeared gashed open, ichor freely flowing into a pool beneath him.