![]() ![]() Anyway! So yes, the world rejoiced as I was born and it was made into a special holiday. I was the cutest baby in the world, you know. But shortly after that, well fame dies quickly. Too bad no one is old enough to remember the great days of the famous baby girl born in New Orleans. They were so great. I heard such wonderful stories from my parents about it. So I was raised by parents who praised me completely. Well, most of the time. I got into the hang of placing around little surprises for my parents. You know those kids who put the snakes in teacher’s drawers? Well I was a little worse. Tarantulas tend to get a bit more of a reaction. And I could never use the same thing more than a few things. I ranged from spiders to frogs to reptiles, to all sorts of things. Yes, I got into a lot of trouble in my younger years, but I didn’t care at all. I like trouble. Not that I make it that apparent or anything. It’s supposed to be a secret that I love trouble so much you know. So I made my way through school with numerous trips to see the head guy himself. We got along all right even though I ended up in there so many times. He was a pretty cool guy. It was middle school that all of that changed. I started to get some of this great appearance I have then and I started to get attention too. Well I still pulled my tricks as well and that woman, damn she was mean and snotty. I ended up getting expelled, though my parents took that to court and they found that I just didn’t deserve to get expelled for what I did. I ended up getting back into the school much to the love of all the teachers. They’d miss me and they knew it. I went through the rest of middle school and it was about the end of that that I noticed that some people just didn’t get as much attention as the others. I didn’t like that at all, found it to be very unfair. Especially if it was based on looks or something else that the people couldn’t really help that much. So I started to hang around them. Boy did I get odd looks from the guys who liked me who were cute. But I don’t give a shit. I liked it right were I was. You can meet some of the coolest people that way, you know. And I like being different than the usual. So I stayed where I was through the rest of my school years. I graduated out and it was about then that I had my first run in with Las Panteras. Now how can you get any more different than an anti-gang? I liked the idea and so I ended up joining up with them after introducing myself properly with a few surprises that ended up giving me my name. Since then not much has really happened. Well I guess I can’t really say that. A lot has happened with the Strikers and all, but not much that actually involves me… yet. I’ve gone through the less attractive of Las Panteras, looking for someone to actually stick with, but so far no luck. Ah well, now I have Las Arañas to go through too! In fact my new project is in Las Arañas. I’m sure he loves being referred to as a project. Hey, I think the guy is actually pretty cute. The poor men who just don’t see that them running away only makes the woman want to chase them more. Hey, maybe I’ll actually get him to the point where he lightens up some. That would be amazing, but hey, I’m just full of surprises. In fact, I owe him a date. I’m paying of course! It would be wrong to be traditional! Oh! My parents are still alive and well with my younger brother. He’s as fun loving and I am. We really are a wonderful family! Gotta love us, right? My parents are just waiting for me to get married. Speaking of that, I’m due to go see Riot now. So it’s time for me to sign off. ![]() I'm crazy for you When you start falling
When all the others
You may not see it now
When you've been broken
You may not see it now
Who'll be your only
What will it take to
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