Elizabeth Scarlet was a young girl raised to fight. To survive.
Alone in the cold world, filled with uncaring people that only turn a blind eye. Even amongst a crowed she was nothing more than a shadow, unseen by the peering eyes, unloved. People close to her parents saw a guileless girl, pedestrians saw her as nothing but a shadow on the wall but worst of all her parents saw her as a tool. Something they could use to get what they want.
In her home, the place she was supposed to be loved and cared for, she was dehumanised.
Elizabeth was a small girl with long dark auburn hair that looked black most of the time and effulgent turquoise eyes that almost seemed to illuminate in the dark.
When she was a child her parents taught her to fight. The only good thing they ever did for her. However, she didn't learn the way most people did, they taught her through their own violent selfish actions. Fighting amongst each other that only turned on her, she learnt how to fight quickly.
Elizabeth had always taken care of herself from since she can remember. After school she would come back to an empty home that looked like a tip. She wold clean the house top to bottom and cook herself dinner before anyone got home if she was lucky. Then she would lock herself in her room and hope for the best. If her noxious parents got home before that then they would take all their frustrations out in the small helpless child in fits of violent cruel outbursts. Blaming her for all their troubles. She was their scape goat and she hated she wasn't brave enough to fight back. But who could blame her? She was only a child.
Once she was around 8 years old, she was forced onto the streets to make money and pay her families debts. How was a child supposed to be able to do that? The first couple of days she came home empty handed and faced the consequences. Fortunately, after about a month she had learned a lot and was more street wise and found a way to get the money she needed to be able to go home and not face the unjust fury of her unfit parents. She had used the skills she had been taught in fighting and her rage towards those who treated her like shit to fight on the streets as a street fighter. It was insane, unimaginable, unbelievable a child fighting and winning in street fights!
Elizabeth continued to fight on the streets and she earned a few different names in different areas, like little red because she was small and had auburn hair that had a red shine in the light or lone wolf because she was always alone and the other fighters used to call her pup because she was so small. When she was 12 she meet a young man who taught her new ways of fighting and about how to protect herself. He became her mentor and he taught her so much. His name was Ian.
When she was 14 Ian was murdered... That was the night Elizabeth learned of the supernatural wold and finally understood the vigorous training he had insisted on giving her.
She had promised him before he took his last breath, she would leave her home and find people who truly cared and she never broke a promise. Determined she would leave as soon as she could and create a new life.
The day she turned 16 she tried to leave...