A happy family is but an earlier heaven.
-John Bowring

Hello Liza, it’s very nice to see you again. I’m flattered that you want to hear my story, I don’t know how interesting you’ll find it, especially after some of the others that you’ve heard. But I’ll do my best to make it at least somewhat interesting.

I was born to a pair of actors, good ones though not famous at all. They played mostly in local theatres, although I’m sure that they could have gone much farther, had they lived. They started to teach me early on how to act, I picked it up pretty quickly. I really enjoyed it a lot. I was especially good at mimicking voices and accents and stuff, which is why I picked up the nickname Mimic when I joined Las Arañas. My parents were very proud of me and I went on stage for the first time when I was 3 for a bit part. I played a few more roles after that, it was very fun. My parents were actually starting to save up money to move to New York to try for work there, but it wasn’t to be. When I was 11, things went horribly wrong. We were out for dinner one night, in a less than nice part of the city, when a few gang members came up to rob us. They had guns and looked very dangerous, so my father quickly made sure to hand over his wallet and have my mother give over her purse. We thought it was over then, the people started to move off. But I guess one of them decided he wasn’t satisfied so he turned and he... well.. he shot my parents. In the head. They went down and he pointed the gun at me and told me to stop screaming or he’d shoot me too. That’s where my acting experience came in handy, I was able to stop and at least look calmer. I don’t know what they were planning on doing with me, I just know that he came over and grabbed my arm and was going to pull me off. I know now that I wouldn’t have been allowed to live since I saw what happened and knew what they looked like. But they didn’t get the chance to do anything cause Las Arañas showed up. I didn’t know what was going on, just that I heard another shot and the guy holding me yelled and let go, and there was blood coming from his side. I dropped down and put my arms over my head, I was so scared. Next I knew someone was beside me, and he was talking real soft and trying to get me to calm down. That was Militia, he’s the one that shot that guy. They wanted to get out of there before the police showed cause they were worried they’d get blamed. But they didn’t want to leave me alone there. So they decided to take me with them. I somehow knew they wouldn’t hurt me, I stopped being so scared then.

It was the next day that Militia came in to talk to me and I found out for sure that my parents were dead. Militia asked me about other relatives, but I didn’t know of any other family I had. I didn’t want to get taken by the authorities and end up with other parents, I loved mine and that’s all I knew. I guess they made a decision to let me stay cause they never brought it up again and just let me stay there. I don’t know what the police thought about me, just that I was kidnapped or something maybe. Or that I ran away. I do know that Las Arañas is family to me now and I know my parents would like them and be happy that I have someone who cares about me taking care of me. I sure still miss them a lot, I’ll never forget them. I think they know that I still love them very much, I’m so glad to know for sure that spirits do exist after someone dies.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
-Walter Scott

Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names.
-Proverb