Goat was born at home in Theodosia, MO, on June 30th, 1986. She was a wild tomboy who learned to shoot at a very young age and preferred wrestling with the boys to playing house with the girls. When she six, she and her brothers were on an ordinary squirrel-hunting expedition when they got too close to a mountain lion. In her panic, she unthinkingly zapped the creature, scaring it away and discovering her mutant powers of bioelectricity. Her brothers encouraged her to keep her power a secret, but she was too young to properly control it. After only a few weeks, the entire town knew; her mother was the last to find out, a testament to her parenting skills.
Fortunately, most of the people whose opinions mattered didn't see anything wrong with Goat's powers, and she maintained her fairly normal childhood for several more years until a handful of men in business suits began to show up on their property. They wanted to take her with them, promising to help her learn how to use her powers,to give her a place she belonged. They were kicked out of the house multiple times, occasionally at gunpoint, but kept returning with more and more promises. Finally, they said the magic words: ...you will, of course, receive monetary compensation... Despite her mother's sudden interest, her brothers kicked the men out again.
That seemed to be the end of it. Goat went to sleep a few weeks later, content in the knowledge that the men in grey business suits wouldn't bother her again. She was fifteen. When she woke up, she was in a ditch and covered in mud. She had the vague idea that she was eighteen now and several states away, and when she looked down at herself, she wasn't as surprised as she should have been to discover that she was covered in white fur and had cloven hooves for feet. She knew someone had been doing depraved experiments on her, but when she tried to remember, her mind slipped into a fog and came back with nothing.
Eventually, she made her way back home. Her mother, who had never been anything but $2.50/hour waitress, had retired to Florida using the mysterious fortune she inherited from the mysterious death of a mysterious uncle. Goat had her own thoughts on the subject. Her two eldest brothers had gone on to college, but the youngest was still living at home and working his way up to town sheriff.
Assured that everyone who mattered was doing all right, Goat took her guns and went backpacking around the country, trying to figure out who she was after having her life turned upside down. Since shooting was her only skill, she took up bounty hunting and quickly discovered that her increased stamina and agility gave her quite a talent for it. She decided to make bounty hunting her business instead of a hobby. During this time, she had a partner who gave her the name Apocalypse Goat, after the movie Apocalypse Now. He told her she reminded him of Captain Willard, with her army fatigues and Beretta M9. Having never seen the movie, she was unaware that he was also comparing her to a man who was losing his humanity; she would have been very insulted had she known, since even in her darkest mood, she could hardly have been said to be that bad.
Time passed, and Goat decided that she was finally comfortable with herself again. Her partner retired, so she got rid of the fatigues and began taking jobs from people a little higher up than local law enforcement, most of which centered around Millennium City. People started to mistake her for a superhero instead of just a bounty hunter, and in 2009, at age 23, she finally decided to give up correcting them and registered as a hero.