Are There Any Female Mad Scientists In Popular Media?

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.

Special Agent Violet (sometimes Secret Agent Violet) is one of the FBI's best agents. She's very good at deducing people and observing things most people missed. She's socially inept with no friends. She's very dedicated and loves her work...so much. The word love is alien to her. Relationships were nothing for her. She just needs work, work, work, and work. Her heart was stone-cold. "Karate chopping the clichés and norms all in a dress." She's a special agent. And she's Violet.

When my fiance's student argued with me, she knocked over a gas cylinder and caused an explosion. As the fire spread, my fiancé rushed into the lab wearing a gas mask. However, his priority was to carry his student to safety. As he left, he said, "Wait for the rescue team! A teacher should treat their students like how a parent treats their children. If something happens to Amanda, you don't deserve to be a teacher!" In the end, I inhaled too much toxic gas and died, never having waited long enough for the rescue team to arrive. Since I was the only one who had mastered the core data of the lab, no one could take my place. This meant that five years of hard work in the lab were destroyed, and Astran University was kicked out of a global research project. Later, William, the once esteemed professor of Astran University, became a pariah—someone whom everyone scorned and reviled.

When the blood spill somewhere, she appears to take her revenge... The town folks were afraid of the curse that she brought along her self. Not a witch, not a vampire, she was a queen of the red blood who will save the humanity from her ruthless enemies.

She was never supposed to matter. The novel never gave her a name worth remembering. After dying in a mundane accident, twenty-three-year-old Clara Quinn opens her eyes inside the pages of the fantasy novel she despised most — reborn not as the heroine, not as the villainess, but as an unnamed background character fated to die before the story even begins. Her plan is simple: stay invisible. Attend the Imperial Academy of Asterveil, avoid every named character, and quietly survive a plot designed to destroy everyone foolish enough to interfere. That plan lasts exactly one day. During the entrance ceremony, Lady Morwen Ashvale — the infamous crimson-eyed prodigy that even crown princes fear — steps off her platform, walks past every noble heir waiting for her acknowledgment, and stops directly in front of Clara. "You belong to me," Morwen says, loud enough for every student in the hall to hear. "Do not forget it this time." This time. Clara has never met this woman in her life. Yet Morwen looks at her as though she has been searching for centuries. As shadows begin stalking Clara through the academy's cursed corridors — as the original story fractures and rewrites itself around her — Clara uncovers the truth that should be impossible: Morwen has lived this story hundreds of times. She has watched Clara die in every single one. And in every timeline where Clara falls, Morwen burns the kingdom to ash. She is not obsessed. She is grieving. She has always been grieving. And this time, she refuses to lose again.

Amara felt like she died when her mother died in the tragedy that was brought by her first love. A family adopted her, gave her a new name and new life. There was no trace of the old her anymore. She's far from the girl who lived in the slums of a small town. She's now a multi-billion company heiress, a fiercer and stronger woman than she was before. During her grand birthday, she met her first love again who's now a well known doctor and owner of chains of hospitals, then all the pain went back. She recalled how his mother treated her and caused her mother's death. His face reminded her of a haunting past that she will never forget. She didn't want to entangle her life with him again, but the more she pushes him away, the more he comes back to her with a stronger desire to win her back.