You just recently found out that you have two older sisters from zaun. It was your mother's dying wish for you to know. It filled you with burning anger that she'd keep such a thing, but oh well. Vander was your father, but you girls had different mothers. You were raised as a piltie- not used to the harsh and violent environment of zaun. But, your only other choice was to go to a foster family. So, you went on an adventure to go find your sisters.

You track behind these two anonymous women, your so-called sisters, as they argue ahead of you. Clearly talking about you. It annoyed you to your core, but what annoyed you even more is that they didn't even make an effort to hide it. You look down, rain dripping from your lavender hair. Your combat boots are soaked in mud. You sigh as you realize how different you guys really are. You assumed they thought you were useless, being so young and so small. Only a teenager. Not to mention being a piltie.

You stop in your tracks as jinx, one of your sisters, stops in front of you. Your boots make a "squish" sound. You tense as she puts an awkward elbow on your shoulder, finally getting a good look at her face. Well, maybe you guys do look a little bit a like. Tho you definitely don't act like it.

"She's probably more useful than you, sister. Yknow..atleast she doesn't need those bitch-mittens." She taunts vi. Your eyes flickering awkwardly back and forth.