Maddra is a brunette with dark brown eyes. Her hair is straight and cut at shoulder length. She is petite, with a thin frame, but average in looks. She usually wears a solemn expression, and typically sees more than she should, because she is able to get places unnoticed where she shouldn't be, because of her quiet furtive nature.

Maddra wants to be friends and have friends, but she has always felt like she was an outsider looking in. She lives in Ellingham, England which at their highest census was just over 300 people. Needless to say, there are not that many children around her age. Her mother is always urging her to ‘put herself out there’ ‘make friends’. That was all well and good, but only if the others wanted to be your friend too.

Maddra enjoyed being outside, rather than inside. She liked looking for animals and weird plants, while all the other girls wanted to be inside talking about boys, and painting their nails. What was so great about boys afterall? She had a younger brother who made her life a misery at times. He was constantly going into her things, taking them and hiding them because he found it funny. She hated it. No matter how much she complained, her mother would just tell her, ‘you’re older, you need to show tolerance’. Why did she always have to be the one to show tolerance?

It happened again last spring. Teddy, short for Theodore, had stolen her compass. It wasn’t as though she needed it. But she liked to have it when she went out exploring. It made it feel more like an adventure instead a walk through the edge of the moors. It was a precious item to her, and he had stolen it. It made her want to cry, but instead she yelled at him hatefully “I hope your bed gets infested spiders!” It was later that night, well past her bedtime when she awoke with a start at the sound of her brother screaming. Dashing out to see what was wrong, she stopped abruptly in the doorway of his room seeing a massive ball of spiders unfurling themselves into and under the sheets of his bed. She couldn't help the sense of satisfaction she felt. Somehow the universe heard her and answered her plea. Knowing she couldn't do anything about it, she smirked and went back to bed. The next morning her father, the local handyman, sat her down and told her firmly that she should never let her emotions get the best of her. Maddra had just presumed he meant her smiling about the spiders.

Her father, Bernard Xerxes Turner is her hero. He could fix anything. Broken lamp? No problem. Shattered vase? Not an issue. He could even fix it so you couldn’t see the glue! He was wonderful! She often said he should open up a store instead of working out of their garage. But he said he liked working from home. He wasn’t the 9 to 5 sort.

He met her mother, Barbara Ava Turner, by chance when he got lost traveling. He was supposed to be going to London but somehow got lost here in Ellingham, hundreds of kilometers away from London. Maddra never did quite understand how that happened. But he ended up staying and they married. She was born shortly thereafter. Maddra could do math. She knew why they married. Secretly she felt everyone could do math, and that's why she always felt like an outsider.