Editing Emily Gage (section)

==Appearance==
On her first appearance she is described as looking "fit for the aristocracy", unlike her parents. She has a long neck, pale skin, and artificially lightened platinum hair(which has been cut like a boy's hair).  Her arms are tattooed. She has a series of small horns/thorns along her cheekbones and two large horns coming from her forehead.<ref>Unlike her parents, Candy looked like she was fit for the aristocracy.  A long neck, paler skin, and platinum hair that had been artificially lightened, cut short like a boy’s.  Everything else about her screamed of an attempt to rebel.  She wore a man’s overalls and shirt, though the shirt was tied short, so it knotted at her solar plexus, allowing a glimpse of her belly.  Tattoos marked her arms, small thorns or horns sprouted from her skin at the one cheekbone I could see, and two curving horns rose from her forehead.  I could tell that her eyes had been altered, but not how, not at this distance, in this lighting.[https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/01/05/bleeding-edge-8-10/]</ref>

She is muscular, and moves like a cat. Sy compares her muscles to a tensed spring<ref>Muscles stood out in her shoulders and arms as she craned backward, not even standing as she adjusted from straddling her boy to lunging for the floor.  She grabbed the axe from the floor, holding it by the very butt end as she straightened, pointing the axe’s blade in my direction.

I spread my arms, raising my hands.  With a twitch of fingers, I beckoned Lillian to follow.

“A kid?” the scaled boy asked.

“No,” our quarry replied.  “Remember what our patron said?  Things and people to watch out for?  Children in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

''We’re notorious, now'', I thought.

“Does Mauer just tell that to everyone who he sponsors?” I asked.  “Watch out for the odd children?”

“I don’t know who or what that is,” Candy said.  She was still breathing hard, and not from lunging for the axe.  Everything about her, even as the top of her overalls hung free at the waist, seemed feline to me.  Fluid in movement, almost liquid, a natural strength, like a tense spring.[https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/01/05/bleeding-edge-8-10/]</ref>. The muscles, along with her horns and tattoos are an act of rebellion against her parents, who forced her to undergo the treatment for supposed immortality without her consent<ref>She tried again, “All I know is that they did it without asking, and when I said no, they went ahead and did it to me all the same.”

“I’m so sorry,” Lillian said, quiet.

Candy wouldn’t even look at her.  She was agitated.  The anger she’d been displaying all along, it was fed by a deeper, longer-burning rage.  One that extended back further than even the treatment she was talking about.

Fury without a target to unleash it at.

The changes she’d had done to her own body looked different, in that light.  Less an aimless rebellion, more a frantic attempt to decorate herself with some means of exercising that anger, the pointed teeth, the hooked teeth, the horns, fingernails, the muscle and whatever else, as if she’d gone for whatever was available for the lowest price at the time, that might still be able to hurt someone or something.[https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/01/09/bleeding-edge-8-11/]</ref>.