The town of Nirvanic was not the sweetest of places. Located just of the city of Dedradend, the town had little more than miners and loggers residing there. the winters were brutal and the crops grew like rocks, but they scraped by just barely enough to stay alive, much less call it 'living'. In the town lived a girl, Mary Teller. A miner's daughter, she had been the second of just two children of her parents. Her and her brother spent their early days learning the mining trade from their father. One day a courier rode into town, delivering a pay notice from the king. Then courier stopped in the local tavern for warm drinks, but ended up forgetting his courier bag. Little Mary, took it upon herself to return in to the king, in hopes he would show gratitude by helping her home town. her parents nervously let her on her journey with her brother to the city. During the long and perilous journey, they were struck by a blizzard. Being separated by the intense wind and blinding white snow, she stumbled into a root system of a tree, and huddled in their, waiting out the storm, longing for her brother. As day came, she moved swiftly out of the root system, looking anywhere for her lost older brother. She eventually gave up after four hours of non stop searching, falling to the ground and crying. She sat in a pool of tears and pity for a full hour before raising herself and continuing on the trek, sniffling and mumbling her brother's name. She had made it to the city gate by dusk. As she reached the gate, she fell to the ground and laid there. A nearby guard saw her, and took pity on her. He brought her to the king and begged he be allowed to get her nursed to health. The king grudgingly accepted. She was nursed back to health and thrown out of the castle. As she struggled to find her way through the city, she grew hungrier and hungrier, to the point where she resorted to stealing other peoples' food left out or tossed away. She did not improve as the weeks went by, still barely alive, scrounging off others' trash, when she saw a boy sitting on a doorstep, eating a small slice of bread. She stumbled over to him and begged he allow her a piece. The boy willingly gave her the slice, and she ate hungrily. The two developed a close friendship, to the point she had actually forgotten to go back home. The boy's family cared for her for 12 years. The girl had all but forgotten the depressing home she had, and felt a true part of the boy's family. One day she came to the realization that she had never came home. She grabbed supplies for the road and hurried out, to rush back home. When she got back home, she had found that her parents had been mauled by wolves six years back while foraging for mushrooms in the forest. Devastated, she ran back to her new home and cried into the boy's shoulder. She felt safe in one place, his arms. As the years went on, she grew closer to the boy, and they ended up getting married. A warm celebration in such a bleak and depressing place. They went on to have a child, whom they named Aurora. The girl grew up fast and was excellent at hand to hand combat by age six. By that time her brother Thrash, who was one, was already showing signs of aggression, spitting up food and pouting much too often. As the two grew older, the parents had four more children. Most of them had no specific specialty, except one. Little Phantom, the quiet one. He seemed to care more about knowledge then play. He would sit at the small window and read countless books that he found or bought with small sums of money. He practiced his semblance alone, while he practiced combat with Thrash and Aurora. He was exceptionally good at his semblance, having trumped his brother and sister at semblance use, while they had the upper hand in melee combat. They were gathering for a shabby, cold, depressing dinner one evening when everything changed forever...