@Ziccarra_Liafador: I'd need to review family history's on both sides, but I don't think it'd be too hard to finagle her being a cousin or half sibling to the Knightfalls and a Liafador. What's the Liafador family tree look like?
She didn't know how she was. She didn't know what she was. It was days like this that she felt she didn't know anything. Her mother was a murdering psycho. Her father didn't give two fcks about her, probably didn't even know that she existed and obviously couldn't give two craps if he did. Everybody who was supposed to love this city, the heroes who were eventually going to take her in - they had all abandoned her. The only person who had ever steadfastly stood by her side was Honor Avenger. She was the only person who had ever shown Emmy true and unconditional love.
Her booted feet fell on the sidewalk of the city as the streetlights cast a glow on her white blonde hair. Her body was sheathed in a kevlar weave and she wore a sword that she was incredibly skilled with strapped to her back. Emmy had no idea what, if anything, she was looking for. All she knew was that she needed to clear her head.