Emilia Pepita Reyes was born in a run-down neighborhood in Florida, the second child to absent, distant parents. When she was still young, her mother and father separated, and married other people, leaving Emily and her sisters strung between two new families. A meek child, Emily went to live with her grandmother. The old woman was the only stability and love in her life and she remembers these years happily. Her grandmother taught her Spanish, how to cook, pray, clean, dress, and a myriad of other life skills. Sadly, when she was fourteen, the beloved matriarch passed away. Although she did not have much, her children squabbled for years over their inheritance, and Emily and her sisters were forgotten in the fray. They either scattered to live with different family members, or struck out on their own. As a minor, Emily was sent to live with an aunt who preferred gambling and being out with friends to staying home. This was just fine by the young girl, who decided she would much rather be alone than pretend to have a family. At base, she had food, and a roof over her head. Unfortunately, with no guiding force in her life, the girl fell in with an unsavory crowd. Although she wasn't the sort to aggressively act out, Emily's adolescent and teen years still saw her in and out of cop cars, from a combination of her own apathy and bad influences in her friends. Her future looked dim, which became a vicious cycle that fed into her apathy. What was the point if she was on the famed school-to-prison pipeline? Then, in her junior year of high school, she met a boy. It was an auspicious meeting--he had ambitions, dreams, and prospects, and he seemed to really like her. He wouldn't leave her alone. Perhaps he was a little jealous, but she thrived under the attention, unwittingly ignoring the warning signs that came with his constant presence in her life. What could go wrong? This was where she turned it around. For love and a better life. When it came time for college, Emily followed her boyfriend to Boston, emboldened by promises of marriage after graduation, and happy to get out of Florida. Things seemed fine for a year, the pair living together and going to school, planning their future. However, in the end, things did not go the way of marriage. For her part, Emily discovered a love of learning in a subject she cared about which dominated her time, much to her fiance's dismay. With her nose in a book, she did not notice that, for all his jealousy over her, her husband-to-be was stepping out. If asked, he would say this was her fault for neglecting him. Perhaps she was, although she hadn't seen the signs until it was too late. For his part, the fact was that he was getting attention from other women, women who didn't have a record and better immediate prospects than Emily did. The break-up was impressively messy for both her and their social circle. Fortunately, Emily had fallen in with a group of good people, better influences than the ones she had back home, and she ultimately decided to stay in Massachusetts. She pursued degrees in criminal psychology and criminology. Unfortunately, it put her off from relationships altogether. She did try, though, still dreaming of that house with a white picket fence, a dog, and two and a half kids. She was in and out of relationships for years, serious and casual, but nothing stuck. After a few too many broken hearts, Emily decided the whole institution wasn't for her and threw herself into her work instead. After graduation, Emily enrolled in the police academy, her heart set on becoming a detective, while a small part of her enjoyed the ironic twist of her life. From criminal to detective. She was assigned to Easthaven, and within a few years, achieved lieutenant detective with a specialization in criminal interviews and forensics. In 2020, she decided to return to school for a Master's degree. In early 2021, she found a book of perfect circles in the Inkpot.