Emily Gage

**Emily Gage**, born **Candida Anne Gage** is the child of aristocrats and was made to be immortal, or long-lived by Professor Easterbrook. The lambs speculated that she might use **Candy** as a nickname when they first went looking for her. After finding her, Emily revealed that she had taken the name "Emily" because she hated "Candida" as a name, and "Candy" even more.

## Appearance

On her first appearance she is described as looking "fit for the aristocracy", unlike her parents. She has a long neck, pale skin, and artificially lightened platinum hair(which has been cut like a boy's hair). Her arms are tattooed. She has a series of small horns/thorns along her cheekbones and two large horns coming from her forehead.

She is muscular, and moves like a cat. Sy compares her muscles to a tensed spring. The muscles, along with her horns and tattoos are an act of rebellion against her parents, who forced her to undergo the treatment for supposed immortality without her consent.

## Project Goal

Immortality, or extreme longevity, regardless it isn't perfect. It is based on making her less susceptible to certain things, at the cost of becoming more susceptible to other things. She might grow to be hideous as she ages more, or develop dementia before the age of forty.

### Expiration Date

The minimum length given to Emily is around 300 years. But 3,000 and 30,000 are also viable options for her life span. While she might live to those ages, it isn't known how else the experiment will continue to affect her.

## History

Everything was horrible but then she left the life that was expected of her and met Drake.

The lambs were sent to find her, they succeeded. The issue is that they discovered that Emily was involved with making Primoridals.

Things quickly became bedlam and to get the Baron Richmond on hers and the Lambs side by revealing her adaption.

Her other enhancements were removed leaving her weak and almost blind. The Baron was killed, effectively, and she was a widow. She sought out Drake again.

She started getting different and more drastic enhancements to remember where she came from and where she intends to go.

1. ↑ [1]“What’s your name?” Lillian asked.  “You gave up the one your parents gave you.”

“Emily.  It’s dumb, I know.  Looking like I do, I should have chosen something tougher.”
2. ↑ “Candida,” Jamie corrected me.

“I hate *Candida*,” she said.  “I hate Candy more.”[2]
3. ↑ Unlike her parents, Candy looked like she was fit for the aristocracy.  A long neck, paler skin, and platinum hair that had been artificially lightened, cut short like a boy’s.  Everything else about her screamed of an attempt to rebel.  She wore a man’s overalls and shirt, though the shirt was tied short, so it knotted at her solar plexus, allowing a glimpse of her belly.  Tattoos marked her arms, small thorns or horns sprouted from her skin at the one cheekbone I could see, and two curving horns rose from her forehead.  I could tell that her eyes had been altered, but not how, not at this distance, in this lighting.[3]
4. ↑ Muscles stood out in her shoulders and arms as she craned backward, not even standing as she adjusted from straddling her boy to lunging for the floor.  She grabbed the axe from the floor, holding it by the very butt end as she straightened, pointing the axe’s blade in my direction.

I spread my arms, raising my hands.  With a twitch of fingers, I beckoned Lillian to follow.

“A kid?” the scaled boy asked.

“No,” our quarry replied.  “Remember what our patron said?  Things and people to watch out for?  Children in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

*We’re notorious, now*, I thought.

“Does Mauer just tell that to everyone who he sponsors?” I asked.  “Watch out for the odd children?”

“I don’t know who or what that is,” Candy said.  She was still breathing hard, and not from lunging for the axe.  Everything about her, even as the top of her overalls hung free at the waist, seemed feline to me.  Fluid in movement, almost liquid, a natural strength, like a tense spring.[4]
5. ↑ She tried again, “All I know is that they did it without asking, and when I said no, they went ahead and did it to me all the same.”

“I’m so sorry,” Lillian said, quiet.

Candy wouldn’t even look at her.  She was agitated.  The anger she’d been displaying all along, it was fed by a deeper, longer-burning rage. One that extended back further than even the treatment she was talking about.

Fury without a target to unleash it at.

The changes she’d had done to her own body looked different, in that light.  Less an aimless rebellion, more a frantic attempt to decorate herself with some means of exercising that anger, the pointed teeth, the hooked teeth, the horns, fingernails, the muscle and whatever else, as if she’d gone for whatever was available for the lowest price at the time, that might still be able to hurt someone or something.[5]
6. ↑ “It’s not accurate!” Candy raised her voice.  She looked more wild animal than person for an instant, in the flare of anger.  She appeared to try and visibly calm herself down.  “No.  They hired doctors to experiment on me, they extended my lifespan, made me more susceptible to some problems and resistant to others.  They’re trying to pass it off as something it isn’t.”

“Extended it how much?” Drake asked.  “Ten years?  Twenty-five?  Fifty?  A hundred?”

“I don’t know!” Candy shouted, wheeling on him.  “I won’t know until I get there!  If I get there.  The doctor said I might become ugly and said I might lose my mind to a kind of treatment-related dementia before I’m *forty* and then in the next breath he said I might live three-”

She stopped herself.

She remained there, panting for breath.

“Three?”  Drake asked.  “Unless you were misspeaking, and you were going to say three-ty years…”

Candy didn’t budge an inch or give an answer.

“Three hundred?” he asked.  “Three thousand?”

“Three hundred,” Candy said.  “At a minimum, the doctor thinks.  Probably longer.  Maybe three thousand.  Maybe thirty thousand.  I don’t know.  I think the doctor didn’t know either, he said one thing to my parents and another to me, I got the impression he didn’t care so much about what my parents thought, so long as I outlived them and they never saw if it was real immortality or not.  All I know-”[6]