She could only remember random glimpses & vague images of her past life, who she was before she was made into this, furious creation. Her mind consumed with a pulsing rage, a need for more, to feel satisfaction. Clenching her jaw, a snarl in her throat as her thunderous steps left cracks in the pavement, walking down the road, casually smashing her metal hand through the roof a car parked along the street before she glares at you, sniffing the air, tasting her next victim, her eyes and keen senses locked on you, each step coming faster than the last.