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Irisi was born on a cold, rainy morning in the small city of Corel on Trill. Her father was a researcher known across the Federation for his work on infectious diseases, and her mother was a passionate artist whose works demanded emotion from even the most hard-hearted. Irisi's early life was comfortable and idyllic until another cold, rainy morning when the entire structure of her life was torn asunder. At only six years old, Irisi, along with her father and brother, received dreadful news: her mother had been abducted and brutally murdered while out shopping for supplies. Irisi's father, Ervanus, did his best to keep his two children well-taken care of, and despite their loss, they kept a happy home. | |||
As Irisi aged, both facets of her parents were obvious in her. She was reserved, like her father, and showed herself quite capable in the fields of science, mathematics and rhetoric. But when she let her guard down, she revealed a passionate and colorful artist. She was a painter, like her mother, and even as a young teenager her works were gaining appreciation among the critics on Trill. She seemed to be on same path that her late mother had followed: a life full of passion and deep, powerful expression. Then tragedy struck a second time in the young Trill's life. At fifteen, she learned that her best friend in the entire world, Mirini Bren, had also been murdered. Irisi had been a reserved girl with few friends, and Mirini had been the closest of them; they were nearly inseparable. The loss of her best friend, in a manner so similar to that of her mother, seemed to snap something in the young woman, but it was not something obvious to the outside world. She wept for a time, but when the mourning period was over, she seemed to recover. But she would not touch a brush. She would not write. She would not sing. In the spring she applied to the Trill Science Academy, and with her exemplary scores and her father's pedigree, she was readily accepted into their medical program. Although it pained him to admit it, her father recognized that although she was following in his footsteps, it was a sign of defeat that stung very similarly to the ache of losing his wife. | |||
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