MARY HELLEY
#1818

Mary Helley was always a peculiar child, with an odd habit of pulling the heads off all her dolls and trying to rearrange them onto other bodies. Her parents, alarmed by her early macabre aspirations, put a pair of skates on her feet and sent her off to do something constructive. But one dark and stormy night, Helley was struck by lightning and killed instantly during a freak thunderstorm. Dr. Shankenstein, a disgruntled physical therapist with some misplaced workplace ideals, found her and took her back to his mountaintop home to put her back together. Shankenstein worked endless hours, attaching black market parts to his zombie slave – and the finishing touch was a pair of Riedell quads so that his minion would be built for speed. He unhooked the jumper cables, and Helley opened her eyes. Like all mad scientists, though, Shankenstein hadn't taken into account the possibility that his creation might turn on him. One day, hard at work, she mistook her creator's jugular vein for a lugnut – she overtightened him a bit, and cracked his spine like an old nylon plate. Realizing that she was finally free, Helley breezed out of his lab on eight wheels, and went (where else?) to the rink. It was there that she found the Belles, and convinced them that they could put her fury to good use. Outfitted with kneepads and an attitude problem, Helley went about what did best: knocking girls down and leaving havoc and destruction in her wake. This eight-wheeled monster is no joke – touch her jammer and she'll take you out. But blockers beware... if you knock her down, she'll only come back stronger.