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xxxxxNYC keeps reelin' them in; Violet's a recent arrival from the Deep South, by way of stowing away in a shipping container. Registering as a mutant wasn't to her taste so she's made her way since by stealth and sneakery because cats defy redundancy. It's a hard life but hey, no one's made catnip illegal yet, so really it's not that bad.
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xxxxxTake one single teenage parent, add in a healthy dose of poverty, a dash of poor education, liberal amounts of crack and a whole lotta Deep South "color", and you get Violet and her two siblings. The youngest of the three, her one shining accomplishment was being the first in several generations to graduate high school. Her older brother Ned is currently doing a stint in prison for drug peddling. Her older sister Bella followed in Mom's footsteps by having a baby and dropping out of high school. Her mother is God only knows where and that leaves Violet, who probably would have come out of her home environment with a strong independent streak even if she weren't as much feline as she is human.
xxxxxGrowing up mutant in Savannah, GA, was no easy trick but Vi came out of it relatively unscathed, as such things go. It helped that her ghetto was clannish and xenophobic; by taking her lumps, she eventually earned a grudging acceptance-- she might have been born an obvious mutant, but by golly, she was their obvious mutant.
xxxxxBut the advent of Registration had its way with her life, as it did with so many others. Tensions and hostility rose. Bella decided that her boy was more important than her sister and asked Vi to leave, a decision that she didn't protest much. It made sense, and damned if she was going to let a bunch of beered up rednecks terrify her nephew. So she hopped a train, cars, buses, and finally a boat, before landing up in NYC.
xxxxxIt's a new day, with the same ol' bullshit, she's discovering.
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