At the age of twenty two, Brandon Roamagaide took over seventy six different gangs--all these gangs, both rivals, allies, and gang who had no ties--and forced them under his strict rule, creating his mafia. Under secret tunnels under the ground and in hidden territories over the United States, the mafia began impossible to defeat and became well known and feared. Their symbol of power was soon made into an anchor, which formed the name of the mafia to “The Anchors” by both the members and the citizens who both feared and respected the mafia their government couldn’t even take down. As he created this mafia, Brandon was also double tasking in caring for his one year old daughter since her mother dropped her in his arms in the middle of his creation process. Even though he wanted a son, he took the girl and formed her under the strong influence of the mafia.

        When the girl turned two, her father found himself caring for another child from the mafia: a young boy named Erick. The lad’s father had turned to drugs, alcohol, and violence to make up for his wife’s departure, meaning Erick got the blunt end of his anger. Since Erick was born as an anchor, Estella’s father took it upon himself to take the boy under his wing, raising the boy and girl side by side. The two children were brought up as siblings, in their eyes. Brandon, on the other hand, made it clear to the boy he was not his father and Erick was not his son. Of course the boy took him as a father figure, but resorted to calling him uncle instead, but Estella was always his ‘little sister’.

        Not one to play with other children but Erick, Estella grew into a mini Brandon with an unhealthy amount of influence from the mafia and all that went on. At a young age she grew used to blood and gore, almost unfazed by those violent aspects.

        As she and Erick grew older, her father began to actually train the two, pitting them against one another during training, and against other children of their ages and older. As Estella got more experienced in boxing, hand-to-hand combat, and martial arts, she learned her long hair got on her nerves. She cut it off, to a fohawk on the top of her head, and soon after dyed the slight tints of red into her dark locks. Growing up around the gang-like personalities, the weird hair colors and piercings were greatly accepted. Also growing up around a rough environment and people, she quickly had to adapt to violence first, questions later. This small trait gets her into trouble.

        At the age of thirteen (in 2012), Estella got the chance to meet her mother, Macy, and her half brother, Elliot, who was four at the time. Excited, she greedily took the offer from her father to go to Disney Land with the two. It was one of the best days of her life; complete with roller coasters, shows, laughing, and games. It only went south on the way home from the park. Elliot had gotten impatient and unhooked himself from his car seat to climb into Estella’s lap with a book, pleading her to read it to him. Happily agreeing, Estella started to read the boy the book, Elliot perched on her lap to see the pictures that illustrated what she read. As she read, a drunk truck driver was veering off the road behind them, picking up speed. She held onto her little brother when Macy screamed out and put her arm back to try and save the two as the truck caught the back corner of the car, sending it spiraling.

        Just off the road was their demise: an old, abandoned steel factory with stray metal poles perched on old stacks and stick out in unsafe directions. The car went head on into the steel poles that jutted from the piles, the bars stabbing through the car easily after it lost traction and Macy couldn’t stop it. Macy died on impact from head trauma and a pole through her right lung. Elliott slowly bled out with a pole straight through him and partially into Estella. She couldn’t move since she was stuck between the young boy’s body, the seat, and the pole painfully cutting into her hip. Pleading with Elliott to stay with her, Estella started bawling as she looked up to see her mother impaled on a pole, head dropped awkwardly to the side in the front seat. Elliott was giving out when the sirens started to sound, gasping sobs leaving the girl as she clutched the dying boy, uttering soft pleas for him to be okay.

        When her eyes opened next, she came face to face with the white ceiling of a hospital, tears soon dropping down her face as a nurse rushed to her side to console the girl. After calming down, the nurse explained she just woke up from a medically induced coma, having been out for a few weeks. After another few days, her grandmother came and got her to take her to her father, since he couldn’t go into a hospital without getting arrested. Brandon clutched his daughter close when she came back to the mafia base, having been worried sick over his little girl.

        Blaming herself for Elliott’s death, since it should have been her with the pole through her and not him (since he was on her lap), she hides the circular scar on her hip in pure guilt. Over the next two years, she started to lock herself away and become more violent after the incident. Estella started to hold herself back from others, not wanting to lose anyone else she loved, even withholding from her father and ‘brother’, Erick.

        When 2014, in October, rolled around, Brandon decided to relocate the mafia’s main headquarters to New York City to spread out more amongst the states. The Anchor’s had spread over two thirds of the United States, and was rapidly growing in their drug rings and weapon deals. Their hold and influence had grown on society, and names of the members became the top numbers of the most wanted lists.

        When the outbreak hit, Estella was only 15. The Anchors stayed well-off in their bases with all their weapons and survival techniques. They had the heavy supplies, and knew of hot spots that would lead to their benefit due to their workings in the mafia. The members stayed close knit, and connections stayed up throughout the whole mafia, even across the country. Sadly, connections did start to crumble due to the world falling apart.

        During 2017, the base Estella, Brandon, and Erick were holding up in got raided. A hoard chased them down after a hunt, and they weren’t able to close the doors off in time to keep the skins out. The mafia members held them off, eventually killing them all and getting the doors shut. Later, during clean up, Estella and her father were going around putting bullets in the skulls to make sure they were finally dead. As they went, she was shocked when she heard the scream of pain from her father, looking up quickly to see him clutching his leg as a skin bit into it. Without thinking, she shot the skin off, taking out the large hunting knife she always had strapped to her leg, and started sawing the leg off. Brandon’s shouts of pain made her cringe, but Erick soon ran over and tied the limb off, helping to stop the bleeding. She couldn’t lose her dad too, not after what happened to her mother and little brother. The leg was taken from a few inches above the knee.

        Her, Erick, and a few others, hefted the large man up into the higher, medical parts of the building to save him. After three weeks, Brandon was in a healthy state to be able to sit up and move about again, hobbling on his one leg. Estella welded him a leg in that time, using old metal scraps, and welded it in an auto parts shop that was closed off and shut down. Brandon gladly took the leg, and wears it to this day, making a clomp in his step, and only giving his intimidating demeanor and even more terrifying look.

        When she turned twenty, Brandon finally decided it was enough living on their own, and the mafia got up and moved into the walls of Monarchy, the large safe zone that was created long ago that the mafia never bothered with. The members from that base spread out to offer their services to the Monarchy in exchange for pay and them staying. Brandon was convinced this life would be better for them. The Anchors had mostly fallen after their good stretch, but some bases and hundreds of members still live, stubbornly holding onto the mafia they’re loyal to; the mafia Brandon will always look after and Estella will always call her family.

        In the Monarchy, Brandon bought a gym to become a Defense Coach and trainer for recruits of the Monarchy, or anyone who wished to learn, or simply use the gym to work out. He spiffed up the gym, laboring to make it one of the best within the walls of the Monarchy wince it was all he had now instead of his mafia to look over. Estella went on to be a blacksmith with Erick, both proving themselves as good assets for the Monarchy.

        Brandon and Erick seemed to ease into the new life style of this society easily. Her father got the ball rolling with his gym and his classes, making some new ‘friends’, and still keeping in touch with The Anchor members that came with them into these walls. Erick found it tricky at first, but adapted easier than Estella did, and often tries to help her. Estella still trips herself up with trust issues and her rough personality that gets her into frequent fights. She tries so hard to be this ‘model citizen’ her father wants her to be, but her upbringing goes against this ‘mold’ of a model citizen. The young woman finds it hard to accept the new life she’s been so bluntly dumped into, and can’t help but act out against her father at times against their already rough relationship.