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TMNT: Emily's Biography
Presenting My Original Character Biography of a new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle...Emily Einstein!
Emily Alberta Einstein, "Emmy"/"Em"
Five feet, five inches
Blonde, almost platinum
Sparkling Aqua Blue
Previously Caucasian, eventually mutated into a mutant turtle humanoid
Hamato Donatello, "Donnie"/"Don"
Just as her name implies, Emily is a descendant of the famed Albert Einstein, and she has retained much of that higher intellect. She not only has a love for science, but also a passion for the medical field.
Emily was raised in a warm and loving home with her father, mother, and older brother, Emilio. But all that changed when she was ten years old. Both of her parents passed away in an automobile accident, leaving her and Emilio completely alone.
Since they had no family that was willing to take them in, Emily and Emilio feared separation of each other in the foster system. In
The Monster Inside: C3: To Destroy His Family
Donnie screamed as the machine continued to bore into his head. The pain was unbearable, but he was forced to fight it. He had to defend his family. He shook, quivering in fear and torment as he began to cave in. He wasn’t strong enough. He wasn’t strong enough when he was alone. He was without his family, he was without his strength.
Donnie could vividly see Mikey’s grinning face. Whether it was because of the machine, or his last resort, it gave him that extra push. He could see those baby blue eyes sparkling in excitement, those freckles dotting his face. He lifted up his hand, a water balloon flying straight for Leo, but being the ninja he was, he ducked. Donnie watched as the grenade came right at him, hitting him in the face. It stung at first, and absolutely drenched him, but he didn’t even flinch. He was used to worse. “Dr. Prankenstein strikes again!” Those words rocketed out of Mikey’s mouth, and he took off running.
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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