(so, my old background didn't give me much substance or anything to play with. pretty much nothing except the name is the same))

She gives you a flirtatious smile and brushes a lock of fine blonde hair from in front of her hypnotic bright blue eyes. Already she's weaving an invisible web around you, twisting you around her delicate finger like a wedding band. Her light, giggly words fall like musical notes, casting their unseen spells. She talks dumb sometimes - like any other blonde - but she's as sharp as the knife she'll stab you in the back with later. Not a literal knife. She would never get her own hands that bloody. But just like the Goddesses of old, blood will be spilled in her name.
In High School, they called her The Princess. But even before then, she was a spoiled little brat. Her asian father has shady Yakuza connections. Her american mother comes from old money. Colonial baron sort of money. She had the pink princess bed, the expensive rare breed of kitten.
The kitten mysteriously disappeared when she was 8. That same year her best friend was found floating face up in the family pool while Psylocke looked on, slurping on an iced tea and with a distant look in her eyes. No one ever figured out what happened. In High School, the boys and girls she didn't like or saw as competition seemed to suffer strange illnesses or bizarre accidents; like the head cheerleader who DIED of venereal disease, or the lesbian teacher who tried to seduce her and was found the next morning dead with her tongue swollen to the size of a baseball and stuffed down her throat. No one could explain it, and whenever asked, Psylocke would smile like an angel and say "it's such a damn shame."
What no one knew is that Psylocke would talk to her late at night, that other girl in the mirror, the one she called "The Bitch Goddess." "The Bitch Goddess" would whisper things in Psylocke's ear, and things would go dark. And soon, if Psylocke had been experiencing any problems, they would somehow always get cleared up.
She's been talking to "The Bitch Goddess" so long now that she really is Psylocke's best friend, even if no one else can see her. Sometimes, she even forgets that and talks to her in public.
Psylocke would have gone to any other university, but "The Bitch Goddess" told her to come here, to Hathian, the heart of darkness.
And in darkness, the goddess is born.