Emily. Emily the Bio Tuffle. Emily grew up on Uberia. During her childhood Uberia was in a bad way. Revolutions were under way in every corner of the planet. Civil unrest, inflation, taxes, you know, all that bad stuff was going down. Emily’s parents were revolutionaries and they weren’t always around. When Emily’s parents were around, well, they weren’t the best of parental figures. It wasn’t that her parents were bad people, quite the opposite. It was just that they didn’t know how to treat children. They would lecture her for hours on their morals and why the government was failing them and how insignificant her Sunday morning cartoons were compared to the revolution. They would talk about the war all the time, and her mother rarely spared her the bloody details. Emily was desensitized to violence by the age of 7. Her father was an idealist. He was good at being an idealist too. Emily’s father had ideas all the time, and he would work them out by talking to Emily about them. Emily and her father would trade thoughts and criticize each other’s philosophies constantly. Emily had no siblings of any kind. No brothers, no sisters, and no siblings that didn’t fit in the gender binary. In fact, Emily didn’t know anyone around her age. Emily didn’t have any friends. But what Emily did have was Uncle J. Uncle J wasn’t actually an uncle, and his name wasn’t actually J. It was Johnson. He was around 70 years old, and he had been Emily’s best friend. Uncle J had been the only one to have the time for a little girl during the revolution. Uncle J was a philosopher. Which was actually a valid profession on Uberia. Emily stayed with Uncle J almost every day since her parents weren’t always around. Uncle J would always attempt to paint her parents in a better light than she saw them in. He was a nice fellow. Uncle J was a friend of the family whom had happened to live nearby whenever Emily’s family had moved to their location. Uncle J was a straight up g, man. He was all up in that awesome sauce, dawg. Uncle J had taught Emily all sorts of stuff. Like how to steal techniques from enemies, for instance. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to use that ability until recently. Just a post ago actually.
Emily is a smart girl. Emily is a strong girl. Very strong. Maybe stronger than even you. Emily was quick too. She was quick in every sense of the word. Emily was quick in the sense of being clever, and (most importantly for our purposes) she was quick when learning new techniques or other related fighting thingies. Emily was so quick, that learning Rush came to her naturally and almost instantly. Really all she had to do was run around until she was fast enough to tackle people really hard. It was pretty simple. Really, ridiculously simple. Wow this was easy. And simple.
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