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History:Her mother a mere sixteen year-old, her father a young man of seventeen-and-a-half, a match made in heaven, or School. The young couple were swept together during their last few years of school, ensuing a relationship considered to be moving too rapidly. Though the flighty romance was a whirlwind, the parents forced the too-young couple to wed before the imminent arrival of a child; the spark was bright enough between the two to drive on forward with their newfound dreams of a family together.
On September 21st 1990, Emmi de Rosett joined the world, five weeks premature, the tiny baby became the object of devotion and affection from her teenage parents. Being so young, the happy family made do with staying with parents for the early part of the young girl’s life, upon Emmi’s third birthday wherein the small family moved to a cottage of a deceased grandparent.
The early years of Emmi’s life are remembered as being full of hugs, kisses and laughter, the memories of her parents embrace imbedded within her mind; the strong arms of her father cradling her, the soft touch of her mother’s arms always so gentle with her.
Though as all stories go, such happiness cannot exist forever, life has too many flaws. And the happiness did not last long; the happy tight-knit family was shattered when a car accident tore away the husband and father. Mother and young girl were forced to move from the cottage they loved, back to city to live with relatives.
Being too young to understand anything more than her father had gone to see the angels, Emmi had stuck too her mother closely, afraid that she too would have to leave. Over the months that followed, the laughter disappeared, the hugs and kisses becoming lifeless, and her mother’s arms were no longer soft, but hard rigid lines that hurt.
A week before her seventh birthday, her mother passed away in her sleep, confusing doctors when they found no cause of death. The young girl moved again, leaving the green landscapes of the North to head even further South to one of the larger cities.
It was several months after her fifteenth birthday when Emmi’s grandfather passed away, the last remaining member of her family. The death of her grandfather triggered something inside the girl and she retreated inside herself, locking away her emotions and supplementing the loss of self that had occurred, with endless hours of reading.
A somewhat estranged aunt offered Emmi a place to stay, and the girl packed her bags for the final time, and headed even further south to Ravenblack City.
Even in her self-imposed silence, Emmi was aware of something odd within this new City; the place teemed with life during the day, people out and about, rushing around like only human’s do; but at night, the people would disappear and a different kind of people took control of the streets.
Her aunt had warned her about going outside after nightfall, about ensuring the doors were locked at all times, but the rules her aunt imposed only applied to Emmi. Her aunt would come and go at all hours of the night, and Emmi would sometimes wake up to find the woman upon the doorstep in a drugged-stupor.
Life continued for Emmi in a usual routine; wake up and help her aunt inside, before settling to woman in bed and fixing something for herself to eat - storing something for her aunt to eat later; then the girl would head off to the library, where she self-tutored herself in various subjects. The kindly librarian would occasionally look out books that might interest her, maybe postponing work to sit with Emmi, before ensuring to hurry the girl away just before sunset.
The pattern continued for over two years; but a week before her eighteenth birthday, Emmi’s life ground to a halt. Her memories of the incident are vague and fuzzy at best, she recalls leaving the library late and hurrying home, choosing to take a shortcut that turned short quickly; then nothing except for when she awoke a night later, with a voice resonating in her head, ushering her towards a bar, of all places.
