A lethal combination, Switchblade has the face of a class-act dame with the precision and focus of a surgeon. A hard life had transformed this one-time gentle soul into a ruthless femme fatale. She figured out sooner than most that in this world you've got to take what you want rather than simply wishing for it to come to you. In fact, that’s how she earned her name, but that’s a separate tale--one she may never share.
Switchblade’s story began one foggy night when she picked herself up from the gutter and followed a trail of broken dreams and jagged bottles into the basements and nightclubs of San Francisco’s here-and-nows. As a regular at a sleazy club on the corner of Breakneck Boulevard and Desperation Alley, she found herself surrounded by people whose future plans entailed doing whatever it took to get their hands on yet another fifth of whisky.
Switchblade learned from these people what she could and soon realized she possessed the ability to mold their desires to serve her own. She began to see others as soldiers of her cause, individuals whom she could use to her own advantage. It scared her how easy it has become to get exactly what she wanted.
But what was this cause that drove her to manipulate people, to craft every situation to fit her desires? While she wasn’t sure at first, she knew it would grow into something bigger than she could ever imagine. And then one day her calling came to her: she must master the ropes and transform the streets into a battlefield of blinding creativity and physical impossibility. The how and the why evaded her. She just knew she must begin immediately.
Quickly Switchblade taught herself Double Dutch tricks that would make the average person’s head spin. By day, she trained with a determination she had never before experienced and by night she served up stiff cocktails and fake smiles. Now all she needed were partners who shared her vision, partners who could keep pace and throw down. Together they would discover the answers and push forward.