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Anais Doloras Roque had started out as a normal kid of a small town called lake Geneva, Located in Chicago USA. She had Three brothers, and two sisters. Quiet the handful indeed. In her household, nothing was fair, and nothing was really in line, either. Her brothers for one, were always fighting each other, fighting the boyfriends of her older sisters, or fighting their teachers. Her sisters were focused on anything but school, and her parents were out of their heads. Her mother, Doloras, was a narcissistic drunk who had searched only for the attention of a man.

Her father, Ivan, had left once he found out that his oldest son, Roman, was in-fact not his. This led to him moving out to a town called Cicero, about 73 miles, and an hour and a half away. The two fought in court for years, but some how Ivan didn't win a tad of custody of any of the six children. Anais was age ten when the two split, and age fourteen once she heard that her father had taken his own life due to a depression.

She was startled at the words, and it hit her the hardest. Anais had always been a daddy's girl. She was the youngest, but she remembered Ivan.

Now it was just her and her sister Mika that lived with her mother. Mika was sixteen, and she wasn't close to Anais in the slightest. Dolores's Alcoholism had started to get bad, along with her depression and narcissism.

One morning, Anais had entered the kitchen for breakfast, only to find her mother lying on the floor, shaking violently, blood had puddled around her.

The doctor said she would be alright as long as she wasn't left alone, and if she lied off of drugs and Alcohol.

Later after that, Anais had simply gotten tired of her mothers Narcissistic personality, and moved out at age sixteen to be surprised with a career of dancing. That was until she Learned how greedy men were for a pretty girl that knew how to dance.

She was in the dancing industry up until she was 21. That was when she chose the military.