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Widow · 11-12-2010, 12:39 PM,

I am Ebony, Just Ebony.

I was raised in a foster home on Planet New London, after my parents were deemed MIA, escorting a transport ship carrying medical supplies to help those injured by the explosion on Freeport 7. Despite not knowing weather my parents were alive or not, I had a good life, although at that time I did not see it. I began to go off track when I became involved with what was considered 'the wrong crowd' and 'illegal activities' became a big part of my life. I was able to make people believe I was much older than my actual age of 15. Heavy make-up; illicit drugs; self harm and theft were how I spent my days, until I decided to take a more violent approach. My foster parents could not cope with my rebellious streak, and I was not making life any easier for my foster sister. It was her eighth birthday when my foster parents tried to send me to join the Bretonian armed forces, hoping I would turn my life around. As I did not think this was an appropriate life choice I decided to leave my home planet, and find my own way in the world.

I was in a bar, on Sheffield station, Manchester, where I now called home, while I was on my search for revenge. One quiet evening, while I was having a cigarette (A habit I admittedly picked up from being onboard the Junkers ship), a strange man walked up to the bar, I don't mean he was strange as he had five foot tentacles instead of arms, I mean he was strange as he did not seem to belong. As the weeks went on, this man whose name was Clifford, as I saw him around more often, and he spent more time in the bar and on the station and began to merge in with the rest of us. We eventually got talking about why we were on such a station, and discovered we both had similar ideals and ideas as to what a 'law enforcer' should be. It is because of this man I, Ebony, 18 years of age, now pilot a well equip ship, named after a deadly 'spider' from the ancient world scriptures, Black Widow, and I have the title of public relations for the Vigilante group he has created, Vigilante Hunters. It was this man, Clifford, who I became to know as Cliff, who took me under his wing and helped train me to become the fighter I am today.

I'm running out of time... Duty calls... But by all means, Find the rest of my story here

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