Alanna was born in the Brooklyn borough of the Big Apple. Her father was a Korean immigrant turned surgeon at Kings County Hospital, her mother a retired US Marine working as head of security for her best friend and Fortune 500 CEO. As a result, Alanna was born into quite a bit of money. Her parents sent her to a nearby top notch private school, where Alanna easily excelled. In high school, she easily made top of her class, as well as varsity soccer and class president. Things came easy to her then, but once she graduated at the young age of 17, she found herself lost as to where to go next.

So she went on a backpacking trip across Europe. Being fluent in English, Korean, Italian, and German helped, of course. She spent almost two years in Europe, living off the money of various lovers of all nationalities and genders. If you get close enough to ask her, Ali will say that her time living in Europe was a wild time, but she loved every second of it.

When she returned to the States, she was 19 years old, hadn’t gone to college, and her parents were only going to let her stay with them for so long. They were rich, but they weren’t about to let their daughter live with them forever. So, Alanna did exactly what any smart young woman would do: she followed in her mother’s footsteps.

As with everything in her life so far, being a Marine came naturally to Ali. She did pretty well, making Staff Sergeant by 22. Then, just before her 23rd birthday, September 11th, 2001 came. Alanna became dissatisfied with the Marines, wanting to do more with her service. However, being that US Special Forces only recruit men, Alanna was stuck. Fortunately, opportunities arrived by other means: the CIA.

The CIA was crazy. Alanna struggled to adapt from the Marines, but it didn’t take her long to excel once she did. Taking part in some of the CIA’s shadier activities, Alanna became one of the CIA’s top field agents, working in a number of counter-terrorist operations. Here, she began to hone her lethality; she became extremely proficient with sidearms and submachine guns, as well as becoming a 4th degree Black Belt in Marine Corps Martial Arts, which she had already had experience with during her time in the Marines. She also began training in Krav Maga, the martial art that was the popular choice among many CIA agents, for the obvious reasons.

Then after a decade with the CIA, shit hit the fan. Alanna was in Germany conducting an operation against an organized crime syndicate operating throughout Europe, preventing the sale of military-grade hardware on the black market. One of her contacts double-crossed her, handing Alanna over to the very people she was hunting.

She was held in a warehouse in Berlin, where Alanna was tortured and repeatedly raped for over nine months. They never interrogated her or asked her for information, but for her 34th birthday, Alanna received a present: the heads of both her parents. Shortly after, the CIA managed a rescue, bringing Alanna back to the US. She made a full physical recovery, but her captors had left their scars. Alanna retired from the CIA shortly after.

Alanna spent the next year preparing for her retaliation. Her preparation operated on multiple levels; she attained a mastery of Krav Maga, and perfected her physical fitness to a fault. Financially, she invested her fortunes left by her parents to properly ensure she would not only maintain the high standard of living she was used to, but that it would last in a long-term arrangement. She built an armory within her Brooklyn home, collecting a vast array of weaponry and mastering each weapon she collected. And finally, she emotionally hardened herself further than she had ever believed she would need to.

On the second anniversary of her capture, Alanna began her mission for revenge. Using her network of contacts built during her decade with the CIA - a list that included various small-time criminals, politicians, and current and former CIA agents, as well - Alanna started to hunt down every single person involved in her capture and torture. Naturally, this did not go without notice; Interpol realized that a certain crime syndicate was starting to disappear, one member at a time. As the blood trail grew, circumstantial evidence made it increasingly clear that Alanna was the culprit. However, even with the involvement of the CIA, there was never enough to link her to the killings. Within two years, Alanna had killed exactly ninety-six people, each of them somehow linked to her capture almost four years prior.

And so Alanna went home. She returned back to Brooklyn with a peace of mind she had not had in years. She sold the armory, converting it into a martial arts studio instead. Alanna had hoped that everything she had worked for would finally let her settle down. But after a year and a half of peace, it all ended in a cruel twist of fate for Alanna.

At around 1 AM one night, four armed men forcefully broke into Alanna’s home. Armed with only her Five-SeveN she kept under her pillow, she initiated a firefight with the men, armed with shotguns and submachine guns. She emerged victorious, only to find that they had rigged incendiary bombs all around her house. She managed only to grab a few essentials before leaving her house to burn to the ground.

After that, Ali returned to Europe once more. In a twisted form of deja vu, Alanna found herself backpacking across the continent once more, living only off of cash and anyone she could seduce into supporting her and giving her a place to stay. Alanna never discovered who had attempted to kill her and had torched her home, but she never made an attempt to, either.

She lived like this for almost a year, before The Red tracked her down and gave Alanna a job offer she couldn’t refuse.