Miranda "Fatal Error" Archer

I was born Miranda Leigh Archer on  the 17th of November 1997  in Detroit Michigan to Maxwell Archer and  Penny Markham, a woman who at the time was only a one-night-stand. She  was Glasswalker and he  was their kin, unaware of what he was. Little  did Penny know, but  she was preggo  with me when she  snuck out on Pops that night. She, of course, found out quick  enough, and  when I  was born she attached some sort of  spirit to me to watch me, and  then left me on my father's  door step with a "dear baby daddy" letter. 

You see my mother didn't  want me, she's not the maternal sort, that woman. So, I grew up without what most girls take for granted.  Do I know her? Yes, Now I do.  Do I love her? No, but i do  give her  the  respect she  is due.  She  cared in her  own way. at least  enough  to see that  my  father and I were protected and never  truly wanted  for  anything when sending  big spenders  my father's  way.

Pops,  for his part, adored me upon first setting eyes on me, or so my family likes to tease that gruff old man. They say that there was no way he could have ever  denied me; I look just like  his mother; he doted  on me; and  made sure  that i knew that I was loved. I  grew up happy, even growing up with out a female role model, I  was one of the "boys" and I was fine with that.

My  cousins  and I,  played  hard,  we were all  wild, rough, and  tumble; like there was some part of us that  was  just that, wild. And, oh man, was I ever a scrappy little kid, getting sent home from school for  beating up stupid bullies. my cousins  taught me to fight and  taught me that i should never just allow anyone to hurt me or others, and  that I should  stand up for those  weaker than myself. I could  throw a mean punch, but it always got me detention.