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FOR THE POOR IN REPUBLIC city, your life could turn out three ways: you stay and die poor, you make a name for yourself and get rich, or you make a name for yourself but still die poor.
Jasmine refused to have anything but the second option.
She wanted everything that came with being born with a silver spoon her mouth. She wanted power and money; she wanted to be feared. Jasmine clawed her way to the top of Republic City's underworld and made sure she stayed there too. She was an addict for the rush of power. She loved the feeling of holding someone's life in her bloody hands. She loved having the ability to bend someone's heart from beating or cleave their spine in two. Jasmine did not believe in good or evil. There was only chaos or order. Above all else, she loved reining in a chaos of her own making.
When a faceless man threatened to destroy everything she created, Jasmine found herself working to restore order. Something she thought she would never do. She swore to bring him down her own way. Her way did not involve following the new hotheaded Avatar and her team's quest for peace and goodness.
After all, she wasn't called the Bone Crusher for nothing.
JASMINE "BONE CRUSHER"
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