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    <title>Biography</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="It Ain&amp;#39;t Rocket Science"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her Story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison Michaels was born June 15th, 1981 in San Antonio, Texas, to a life of complete and utter normalcy. Her father was a simple auto mechanic, who happened to own his own garage that employed no one but him, and her mother was a receptionist for a local hospital. The life she grew up with was vastly different from the one she now leads. The only truly unique thing to her life was the love of cars that was instilled in her by her father. By the time she was six, she knew how to change an oil filter all by herself. Of course, she wasn't allowed to, but she knew how it worked, and she could, if the need called for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison, or Maddie, went to a normal high school, and did every day things. She talked about boys and shopped with her friends, and worked at her dad's garage after school. However, there was one specific day that changed her life. The day Ryan Blake transferred into her 10th grade biology class and sat next to her. He was charming, and they instantly fell for each other. They became the kind of friends who shared everything. At least, that's what Maddie thought for several years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to school to be certified as an automotive technician, Maddie settled into a daily routine. She and Ryan got an apartment together, and she went to work with her dad. Unfortunately, Maddie's father was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, a side effect of his twenty years of smoking, and passed away. Her mother, knowing it was what he wanted, gave the garage to Madison. Ryan became the business manager, and she handled the repairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, Maddie never realized how odd Ryan's behavior was. He spent hours in his office at home, but never said what he was working on. Then, he would say he had to go on a business trip, and leave for days at a time. When he came home, he always had an order for parts or something that needed to be sent out, so she thought nothing of it. That is, not until he disappeared in the fall of 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be like any other business trip, but this time, he never came home. His phone stopped working, and his car couldn't be found. Ads were placed in the paper, and the story was covered on the news stations for several states, but no luck. Ryan could not be found. After two weeks without a single word, she went into his office, determined to find answers. Having never questioned him, she hadn't gone through the files in his office before. On the surface, they were typical business files, but beneath, they were so much more. She found books hidden on the sheles dealing with demons and spirits. Things they'd never brought up in front of each other before. In his desk, she found fake bottoms to drawers that hid files filled with newspaper clippings and photographs. In the spare closet, which he said held excess boxes from their move, the back folded down, revealing over three dozen different weapons. Most importantly, she found his journal, detailing every baddie he'd come up against. Ryan was a hunter, and not of deer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following his files, she was able to track his last movements to a small town in Kentucky. Not knowing quite what to expect, she packed up her cherry red 1965 mustang with everything in the closet, took the files, his journal, and the puppy they had adopted together, and headed out. Unfortunately, she found that her fiance had come to an untimely end from a demon who was, essentially, a hit-man for a higher level demon. He'd been assigned a job that involved taking out as many hunters as possible to make the war that loomed ahead an easier task. In this case, Maddie's lack of experience was what saved her. The demon had been trained to recognize patterns, or anticipate movements, but Maddie's unpredictability got the better of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that trip, Madison has devoted her time to carrying on her fiance's work. Along the way, she's developed a bit of an understanding with other hunters. Knowing how hard it was to do their job, she offered her services, free of charge, to any hunter whose car may have had a bit of bad luck along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/it-aint-rocket-science.font"&gt;Handwriting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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