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Born quirkless to a poor family Retsu never had a bright future laid out before her. Answering mockery with punches she couldn't stand the 'little pricks' using their quirks 'by accident' while being beaten down. It was during one such incident she took a blast of light to her left eye leaving it damaged and painful to look through. The constant pain when not using an eyepatch only caused her anger to burn further and before long she fell in with the wrong crowd. By the time she was twelve she already had a reputation as a hot-headed lunatic with the local gangs.

The sole reason she was allowed to stick around was that she had a knack for fixing things: broken tools, electronics or situations alike. Her true love however laid in explosives. Fixing electronics through trial and error had more than once caused them to explode and Retsu delighted greatly in figuring out how to maximize the effect. Much like her passion so too did her temper grow more and more explosive. The more she dealt with petty gangsters and thugs the more she became consumed by the violent nature of her profession. Seeing similar power structures all around executed at both large and small scales she grew to strongly dislike all forms of authority other than her own, viewing them as little more than threats of violence or harm to keep her cowed and in line. With examples all around it she slowly became better and better at using her own skills to get her way.

It was only after a fight gone wrong when she was fourteen years old that she realized just how good at it she'd become. Having been left for dead in a ditch it'd taken her hours to crawl out and reach a hideout where she'd spend days recovering before daring to leave. When she finally got home her parents had welcomed her back as if she'd just been out for a walk, not even looking away from their work as they did. They were simply too afraid of her to ask where she'd been or risk looking her in the eye. That was the second last time she'd set foot in her family home. The final time was when she'd just turned sixteen and managed to scrounge up enough money to buy her own workshop, slipping in during the night just to get her birth certificate and other papers in case she'd ever need them before leaving once more without her parents ever knowing she was there.

Over time part of the local gangs came to rely on her supply and connections. Using this to great effect Retsu took to solidifying her position and eliminating the gangs that stood against her until by the age of 19 she’d established a vast network of customers, prospective allies and collaborators. Operating out of her workshop turned repair shop that she'd named 'Wired' her reach is widening by the day and she is taking ever greater risks to keep the momentum going.

On the surface her repair shop is exactly that: a store that repairs, fixes or otherwise modifies appliances, vehicles, tools or other miscellaneous items. While she certainly does do such work it is little more than a front for what really goes on in 'Wired'. For Retsu is a fixer in more ways than one. Supplying people with the weapons they need, using her network of contacts to ensure the right people are in the right places or even taking to the field herself are all things within the realm of possibilities. For the right price, of course.