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Rachel Erin Squire (14/03/1984 - 32/04/2122) In Wrexham North Wales

Rachel Erin Squire daughter of General Christopher Squire and Angela Squire

Early life : Rachel was unappreciated through out her school life and her attitude towards education depleted due to this. Rachel had a strange and insightful family life. She spent years roaming dark dungeons and came face to face with creatures to despicable to name. At the age of twelve Rachel was schooled in hand to hand combat by tribal elders. Upon Rachel's depart from formal education she partook in a variety of different jobs ranging from window canvassing and a unique program of selling thongs to middle class men. At age 19 Rachel was head hunted by the Welsh and Irish governments to become the ambassador for Welsh and Irish relations in the hope of ending the 800 year rift between Ireland and Great Britain. Rachel relocated to a small town in the south west of Ireland called Killarney. Rachel lived here for a number of years. This is where she met Jake Lawless the man who was to become the father of her first child. Jake was tragically killed when his rowing boat was destroyed by a cargo ship carrying rubber bath ducks just of the coast of Dingle Bay (County Kerry). Rachel who was still keeping up with her foreign mission from the countries government decided to migrate up the West Coast and continue with her work of making merry with the locals and teaching them all the wonders of her home country of Wales.

Rachel's next adventure led her to Galway "to hell or to Connaught" as Cromwell said. To hell with Cromwell I am going to Connaught was her new philosophy. While in Galway Rachel had to employ a maid to help take care of her child Bonzo the 22nd. This saddened Rachel but she knew she could not turn back now. The Child was full of life and thriving as the days past and one must always do thine duty. She Found employment working for a furious Irish woman known to her staff as "The overlord of the Headford road" The work was hard and the pay was terrible but the company got Rachel through. Welsh and Irish relations ascended to a new height (tho it must be noted Welsh-Scottish relations where plummeting like a piano on a stair well).

After six years in Ireland Rachel received a telegram begging her return to the her Britain. She had built strong bridges with the Irish now and often visited the homes of her favorite companions in the City of Galway and a beach mansion in the county Sligo. Rachel moved home to North Wales in the 24th year of her life. She had trouble adjusting to the old ways of her youth. Welsh people only ventured out of their houses after night fall on rare occasions once a week and had more blood in there bodies than vodka. Her young son was educated in the old ways and spoke the old language like a true prince, Rachel felt very proud. Rachel spent her first year back home working as a nurse in a mental asylum, where on in she was regularly awoken in the early hours by a patient who tried constantly to interrogate her on all aspects of her past.

It was on the 25th May 2010 that Rachel met a man who would change her life in many ways. His name was Squire and was a very distant cousin of Rachel so guaranteed to come from the right stock. Squire had been a warrior in the early days of his life and was victorious in the battle of the Moss Valley (1989). Such a strong rough manly presence Rachel had never before encountered. It was a Friday evening in November when the world turned upside down. A new chapter had begun for all involved. Insanity rained from the sky with an impish grin and things where good. Very good.