Name: Nonna Wembley
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-two
Instrument(s): (Electric)Violin, Piano, Vocals
Other Talents: Lock picking, Magic tricks, Nimble fingers, Cooking
Bio: Melanie was torn apart as she held the fragile little girl in her arms, exhausted from the fight to bring her into this world and the regret that this would be her last few moments to ever have this child in her arms. She knew this was the best choice to give her child the best chance possible. The father a one night fling who she had little knowledge of, her family turning their backs on her for the choice in keeping this little bundle in her arms instead of giving her life a chance and her friends disappearing on her because they were not ready to give up the young life style. She had started out wanting to raise this baby alone but now, Melanie knew that she just couldn't do it.
"Are you sure about this? This is your last chance to decide, after that there is no going back..."
"Yes, I am positive...." Melanie replied, the nurse taking the child from her arms and slowly exiting the room to let her cry alone.
Someone's regret and pain can also bloom someone elses happiness. Melanie's little girl was put up for adoption, set for a family that had been waiting for a long time. They gave her the name Nonna, happy to finally be grace with a child but not everything goes to plan. In the final stages of adoption, the couple found out they were pregnant. The agency because of this denied them the adoption which meant Nonna was stuck in the system for many more years. It wasn't until the age of five that Nonna got to have an actual family of her own. They were a sweet couple, everything seeming to be perfect but there are many things that a child doesn't think about or see coming. The way her parents acted towards each other like roommates, each going threw the motions and the way they got upset with her for things she didn't understand. It was expressed in the way they wanted her to learn or do certain things like playing the piano that were just harsh.It was like they wanted her to be exactly the way they wanted but they were loving so she looked past it all. The older she became the more distant her parents became with her and the more they fought among themselves. It was just little verbal fights at first but as the years progressed, the fighting got steadily worse. When she hit nine years old, Nonna awoke to have her whole world shattered. The yelling scared her from sleep but she wanted to know what was going on so Nonna slowly crept from her room, quietly moving down the stairs and each step from her bare feet bringing her closer to the noise. At the sound of a shatter, she sprinted into action and rushed into the kitchen to find her father in a rage while her mother was just was mad, each throwing slander at each other. Things were being tossed about, Nonna ignored and unnoticed until a plate shattered above her head making her cry out in fear as the pieces fell all around her. Her mother noticed her presence first, her face trying to calm and a weak smile appearing on her face as they all stood together in a ruined mess of a kitchen.
Her father ordered her to go back to bed, not being able to stand seeing her right now as the fight was too close to home while looking at Nonna. Nonna wanted to know what was going on though which was the last straw as her father moved towards her but her mother blocked the way, starting up the fight again as he grabbed her roughly. Nothing made sense to her other than seeing the fight become physical as they started to take blows at each other and she knew this couldn't go on. She stepped in, trying to stop them only to be thrown into the glass covered floor. In pain was intense, her injuries oblivious as the two moved from the kitchen as her mother ran. She pushed up from the ground, pieces stabbing into her body roughly but she ignored it as she went after her parents as the fight spilled out onto the lawn. The noise alerting the neighbors which in turn caused the cops to show up and the picture wasn't good or pretty. Nonna was taken to the hospital and separated from her parents, her parents obviously not fit to be guardians in the governments eyes or anyone else. She was now alone, back in the system and figuring out the signs that had been there all those years. She had been nothing more than a replacement for a lost daughter. A patch on an alright ended marriage. The closer she had gotten to the age of their real daughter, the more the past came into light and they blamed each other. It made her see that love was a lie. It was something pretty people told each other to get what they really wanted. After that Nonna was know as a runner, trying to get away from every home she was sent to or causing as much trouble as possible so they would send her away. When she turned to stealing, the cops felt sorry for her and gave warnings since she was young but as she grew in years, they felt less sorry for her. Luckily, she got good enough at stealing that she could rob someone blind and they wouldn't feel a thing.
At thirteen she decided it was time to make a real run for it. Get out of Los Angeles and go as far away from California as she could and hopefully to never return. She walked along the highway for hours, after the last car dropped her off and not being able to take her farther. The cold setting in as clouds loomed over head, her feet hurting and her jacket not giving a lot of warm. No cars seemed to be passing, her hope in getting somewhere safe before dark was dwindling fast. She stopped worrying about hitchhiking and just started walking as fast as she could along the road, looking for a sign until she noticed something way up ahead. Nonna moved as quickly as she could, running to see what could be up ahead only to be stopped at the sheer horror in front of her. The car was munched in on one side, leaving the other with scraps and in an okay position. She moved quickly, fear for the people inside getting to her as she pulled the drivers door open since it was the only good side. Nonna's fingers went to find his pulse, relieved that he didn't seem to have much damage if any and the pulse strong. She moved to the backseat door on the same side, hoping to get to anyone that might be in the passenger seat only to find the backseat had more than one occupant inside. She turned her attention to the person closest to her, noticing it was a guy (Parker) around her age. He wasn't in as good of shape as what she assumed was his dad but it looked like he would be alright. Her eyes drifted over to the person next to him only to have her heart stop. The girl next to him was in bad shape, blood dripping onto the floor and pooling there. She quickly dug into her bag, pulling out her phone before yanking off her jacket and carefully crawling into the car. Nonna did her best to avoid hurting the guy as she moved around him, trying to find the girls wound. Once she did, she pressed her jacket to the wound before dialing for help and telling where the wreck was. The girls pulse was so low and slow that she tried to focus on her, hoping the woman in the front would be alright. She only waited till she heard the sound of sirens before getting herself out of there, not wanting to stick around to be put right back where she had run from. Dashing into the trees near the road, she kept going not stopping even as the rain started to fall on to her skin. The jacket she was wearing long forgotten and left behind.
Nonna hitchhiked and pickpocket her way to Pennsylvania York, doing her best to get through schooling without anyone finding out about her being homeless. She turned to gambling, learning the violin, and finding it easy to trick people out of their money by using magic/deception. It made it easy for her to stay in a cheap hotel and just try to get through highschool. When she was sixteen, a group of "friends" or people who liked to think they were asked her to join their local band after finding out she could play keyboard. It wasn't like she had much else going on so she agreed. She tried staying low key and not really being a part of anything but music even though they tried a few times. The only one in the group that seemed to understand or not dis on her choices was a girl named Lucy. They got closer as friends than most in her life but that seemed to be cut short when the band started falling apart. She couldn't handle this kind of drama and felt bad for having to tell Lucy she would be leaving as well as the fact the other was being blamed for everything by the group.
At seventeen, Nonna decided to make her way back to California and face her fear of the state. She decided on San Fransico because of the university there and chose to go there once she finished up highschool. At one point her last year she decided to buy a bass guitar on whim, hoping to learn if but sadly found no passion for it like she did her violin. It started to become a hassle even having the then when she found a fellow student (Soren) to sell it too, gaining back a little of the money wasted.
After highschool, she joined college only to find that it wasn't her thing so Nonna went on to be a street performer and watching/touring bands whenever possible. It was at one that she met Tori, the woman giving her a place to call home as they became roommates. It stayed like this for many years, the two of them good friends until the break up. Nonna noticed her attraction to a band member from one of the many concerts and pushed Tori to introduce herself. The guys name was Matt and the two seemed to hit it off but it also meant that Nonna suddenly got the cold shoulder. Saying she needed the extra space and that she had projects she wanted to do which meant Nonna needed to leave. No wanting to put up with her, hating that she had been dropped after helping Tori she left and decided to get her own little place with the money she had saved. She kept on street preforming and doing odd jobs to pay the bills. It wasn't much but it was a living and she enjoyed her music or dazzling strangers with magic.
