Well I was born in Seattle, Washington. Lots of rain, no sun... it was a grey and miserable life. Well not really, but the rain wanted you to think that. My mom was single, my dad having left her two weeks before I was born, nice hmm? But we got by. She had a fairly decent job and so we had a fairly decent life. And it continued that way up until I was eight or nine. About then, she had found another man that she just absolutely loved. I don't know what it is about my mom, but she's always been crazy over roaming men on motorcycles who don't stay in one place for very long. This guy was a creep too. I never did like him, but there was no way my mom would listen to me about him and so they started to go out. About a week later, I was told we were going to move around after him. I had to pack up and leave all my friends to follow this asshole around. I wasn't impressed, but there was no changing my mother's mind. Once she's set, she's set.

The travelling was pretty neat at first, actually. I liked going around and seeing most of the western half of the United States. I saw a lot of wildlife and learned to get by in the wilderness. It wasn't until we got to New Orleans that things went to Hell. It was there that my mom walked in on the guy with three other women at once. Oops? Well my mom wasn't happy and the guy was a real jerk about it too, telling her how she just wasn't enough to satisfy him and so blaming it on her ability to have sex. My mom was broken hearted. She had left her entire life behind for this guy and he had just left her in the gutter... quite literally since the day after that, he left us behind in New Orleans without so much as a word. My mom found some work though and shortly after we were fine again. I got put back in school and made new friends.

A couple months after that, however, my mom found out she was pregnant. She spent quite awhile trying to calculate how she was going to afford keeping two kids and she only came up with one solution, get another job. So she did, working until she couldn't work anymore because of her pregnancy. My little brother was born and the caring of him fell mostly on me. I was 11 by this time and getting along fairly well in school

I guess that's where most of my caring instincts came in. I loved my little brother. However we got to find out when he was four that he had cancer. My mom went into a fit of depression over it and could hardly work. One job ended up firing her, cold assholes, but the other job let her stay as long as she could still work at least at half her usual rate. We still managed to get by while my brother was in and out of the hospital. My mom was in no shape to actually take care of him, so I did all I could, picking up a job when I turned 16 to help with the family. After a few months it came to the point where my mom couldn't even handle leaving the house because of her depression and it was then that the other job she had had to lay her off. I did all I could to take care of both of them, but my brother just got worse. And as my brother got worse, so did my mother.

I suppose it was only a matter of time, but after a couple of years, my brother ended up dying. I was heart-broken, but such was life I suppose. It didn't help that my mother ended up dying not too long after. With the death of my brother, she had simply given up her will to live. Guess she figured I didn't need her anymore or something. I had just turned 18, so I had no problem with the police and I ended up selling just about everything we had owned besides the house. I got quite a bit of money from it and refurnished the house and got it set up. My mom had ended up paying it off in earlier years since it had been a rather cheap place, so I didn't have to worry about that at all, which was nice. My job did a fine job of supporting me and life continued on.

A couple months after that, and when everything started to quickly go to shit with Heinrich and the Strikers, I ended up running into the first Araņa that I met, Taunt. We met at my work, which was a little diner near the heart of the city, and there got to talking. It ended up being that he'd come in about once or twice a week while I was working and it gave me someone to talk to. It was when Heinrich managed to take New Orleans over completely, leaving the Strikers as the police that he ended up dragging me, he does that a lot, to Las Araņas. There I was made into an Araņa since Taunt knew that I didn't have anywhere else to go to escape the Strikers.

So here I am now... I've turned out to be more or less a caretaker of the hideout that Taunt watches over and some of the other Araņas as well. It's just nature in me with all that happened to my brother and my mother. Taunt and I started to actually go out regularly, which I think is really cool, even if I do get dragged around. I don't really mind it overly much. He's really great in the end. So that leaves me here, taking care of Wolf, Null, Ruse when I can, and anyone else who happens to need it at the time. Phlynn now too, since he's met us. Phlynn's really cute, I guess he reminds me quite a bit of my younger brother and that's why I care for him so much too. Guess that's about it though, so I'll leave it at that.