So, I don't know what to tell you or how it all started ... All I was told was that my parents "dropped " me off at the Sisters of Mercy Orphanage saying that there was something "just not right with that girl". Next thing I know, I’m being adopted by Dr. & Mrs. Winfred Banks... making me Muffins Cornelia Banks. But they soon found out that I wasn't like the other girls. I would never wear the pink ruffled dresses that they had for me - choosing instead, to restrict my wardrobe to black & red because those colors go so well with my complexion. My friends were few & far between. I'd push girls off of swings and laugh as the tears streamed down their pretty pink faces. I would take all the heads off of their barbies, painting the neck stubs with red nail polish. I'd put worms in their afternoon tea & salt in their sugar; it seemed the more they cried & moaned the more I laughed. . . A LOT. My parents knew that they had a problem on their hands, so off to finishing school I went. And there, my friends, is where I perfected my skills and met my true calling. I would not take part in the silly going-ons of Mrs. Esther Von Snooty's school of Etiquette. In my Beauty and Hygiene class, I filed my nails into sharp little points & stabbed them into the other girls. In Napkin Folding 101, I perfected the napkin middle-finger fold. Ballet class became a full contact sport for me & you don't even wanna know what happened in Fencing class! Soon word spread to other etiquette schools about Muffins... the girl that made other girls moan a lot ( get your minds out of the gutter). And that's how Athena DeCrime & Varla Vendetta heard about me and asked me to joined their band of degenerate etiquette school drop-outs known as the Hells Belles...well, only if I changed my name, because its hard to be though with a name like Muffins .. Since then, I've never looked back... or felt more at home!!!