Yvette YourMaker burst into the world in the middle of a parade on November 2nd, Mexico's Day of the Dead holiday.  Unfortunately, a sighting of the Virgin of Guadalupe caused such a stir that Yvette was tossed into the air.  As her fate would dictate, she fell right onto the head of the town mafia leader, the sharpened ends of his mustache stabbing into each of Yvette's eyes.   

Selling off the family funeral parlor to scrape together enough pesos, her fiery Irish mamacita and Mexican padre sent her off to her mafia relatives in Chicago where they hoped the miracles of U.S. medicine could save her sight.  But her thug uncle pocketed most of the money and took Yvette to a backalley sawbones.  After a botched surgery with bloody butter knives and brass knuckles, Yvette came out alive and angry, her eternally burning red eye sockets filled with glass, mirrored eyes.
 
Yvette spent the next 20 years as a trick card for the Chicago Irish Mafia enjoying the terror on the faces of those that looked into her eyes and saw their now-damned destiny.  When she met the Fury on the streets, however, Yvette was paralyzed herself.   Seeing her future in the eyes of these like-minded souls, she joined the terror of The Fury.

Now you'll see the fear she causes in the rink.  But a warning: where you shouldn't look is into her eyes.  You'll meet your maker.