Where to start on my life story? I was born. I grew up. I lived. ~~L~~ But that might sound real dull. I'll be leaving out all the juicy details, and I'm sure you all enjoy juicy details as much as I do!

I was born to two Kinfolk parents, in the lush riches of Beverly Hills. I had (and still have) an older brother named Jackson (whom I lovingly call Jax). We were both brought up in the Fangs' ways from the get-go. Of course neither of my parents knew that both Jax and I had Garou blood in us until the Change. My life was a very normal teenage life (at least to my standards) even after I went through the Change. Born a ragabash, I was constantly testing my family's limits and patience. Boundaries meant nothing to me (especially curfews), and I still remember those nights when our parents would send Jax on the town to "sniff me out" and bring me home. I adored Jax. He was ahroun and deserved my respect cuz he'd kick the shit outta me if I ignored him. He was a great brother, and was always there for me to answer even my most trivial question.

In my youth, I experimented with just about anything I could get my mits on. My first sexual experience was at 14, and with my brother. We were steady lovers for 2 years, but only managed to keep it hidden for the first year. One of the guards walked in on Jax and myself in the Indoor Pool one night, and boy did all hell break loose! (well, actually, he just sat back and watched, til my father walked by, grew curious as to what the guard was looking at, and found Jax and myself) My parents, as I said were kinfolk, and actually first cousins (I know cuz I traced back our lineage to prove a point about incest and the Silver Fangs to my folks). Needless to say, despite my parents' insistance and yelling, Jax and I continued on our merry way, til he went off to university.

By then, I had gone through the Change. Not a very traumatic experience in my books. Jax and I had been out that night to a night club. We were both still too young to get in, but my uncle owned the club (not to mention a few other things), so we got special treatment. My bro and I were having a blast, dancing, drinking, a quick doobie in the corner ~~G~~ and what-not, when some half-stoned guy tried to bud in on us. Jax was always very protective of me, and when the guy started to cop a feel, Jax bopped him a good one right in the nose. Well, turned out the guy wasn't alone - not by far. Next thing I know there was this swarm of bodies surrounding my bro. I saw the glistening of switchblades, the cold black metal of guns, and I heard my bro's growl as he shifted to Crinos (by then we had known Jax was garou for well over a year). My bro was an Ahroun, and I'd seen him take on more guys than this before, so I knew just to keep my distance. I'm guessing the music had stopped and everyone was watching the brawl, but I don't really know for sure. Despite the fact that I knew my bro could handle these guys, I was still too worried for him to bother with my surroundings.

From outta nowhere, two pairs of hands grabbed me and dragged me off away from my bro. I yelled to Jax, and I know he heard me but he couldn't get away from the group of deviants. The men that had me were talking amongst themselves, mumbling something about having a good time and wanting to get to me before the rest of their gang did. I struggled as hard as I could agaisnt the two guys, but they were both huge. I just remember seeing wide shoulders and chests (like the football players I used date), only these guys were gruff. Scraggly beards, tattoos and scars up their forearms and down your necks. The more they talked, the more it pissed me off. They were clumbsy as they carried me outside, banging my head against the metal doorway, twisting my arms in ways they should NOT be twisted. I remember thinking to myself: "No friggin' way as these low-lifes gonna lay one finger on me".

By now, they had dragged me out into a back alley, but I could still hear my bro from inside. His growls were deep and menacing, and I could hear the bloody cries as his victims fell dead. Jax let out a long, gutteral howl and something just clicked in me. I felt the strangest sensation in my arms and legs, and I literally heard my bones cracking and changing, as I joined in his howl. I rememeber thinking how odd it sounded in my ears, I know it surprised my captors because the dropped me flat on the cold concrete. I pushed myself up slowly, eyeing the two large men, feeling this wonderful surge of heat rush through my body, and fill me with this sudden desire. One of the guys cried out some absurd profanity, and the other one took off down the alley. Instinct took over as I saw the prey run, and I shot after him, knocking the first one to the floor in the process.

My bro found me hunched over both bodies, dragging my claws through the dead men's skin, shredding it, laughing. Our family had always held power in the city, and I had always taken advantage of it. But now I had the power myself. Now I knew I could make the rules, and I had the bronze to get away with it too.

I continued on my teenage life as if nothing had happened. My parents tried preaching to me about how royalists (with a small "r", not a big "R" ~~G~~) should act. I had already perfected the basic style of just nodding and smiling everytime one of my folks opened their mouths. They went on, and on, ... and on about Harano and how us young ones were the only hopes in discovering a way to fight off the Fangs' maddness. I don't know. Personally, I never really "got" the concept of Harano. Hell, we all have bad days, but you just gotta shrug it off and enjoy what ya can around ya. ~~G~~ AHhhhhh, the simple life of a Ragabash ~~sly grin~~ and I treasure every moment.

By the time I graduated from highschool, my bro was back from College. He fast-tracked, going to school over the summer breaks. ~~rolling my eyes~~ (he was always a suck up ~~L~~) Well anyways, Jax was back and ready to learn our parents' business. I never paid much attention to what my folks did. They were in the communications industry; basically they owned a large telecommunication company, that owned many smaller subsiduaries. One of them was a cellular phone company, which rocked cuz I was one of the first kids in my public school to have my own cell phone and pager. He also owned most of the local television stations, and I got to try my luck at acting (which I decided I did not like! ugh! all those early mornings, peeps grooming over you, caking on makeup when you look SOooooo much better au naturel).

Most of our immediate family was located in Bev. Hills too. My uncle was a lawyer, but tended to do most of his adjudicating in the back room with the judges and a briefcase full of money (if you catch my drift ~~wink~~). His wife, my Auntie, ~~shudders~~ let's not even discuss her. I'm told she was once a very pretty lady, but I've only seen the drunken side of her. My folks say she's slipped into the maddness of Harano, and tried to drink the pain away. All I see is an old coot, who used to be some important persons in the Govenor's office who now babbles about the coming of the end. (My folks say my Auntie was the Govenor's Personal Relations advisor, but all I can get from my aunt are ravings about how fashion-sensless the Governor at the time was and his "wandering hands").

My aunt and uncle had three daughters. The first two were born only with kinfolk blood in them, but their "baby", my cousin Jette was born to be Garou too. She's only a year younger than me, and born a theurge, she was always a little more "straight-and-narrow" than I was (despite the fact that we both were last children ~~G~~). Not to worry, I made it my duty to teach Jette how to have a good time, and I'm proud to say, I think for the most part I succeeded. ~~weg~~

When I was 18, I moved out on my own (well, actually I moved to a condo in a building that my uncle owned, and I paid nominal rent, which my folks actually paid for me. Yes, I know, it rocks to be me!~~G~~). I enjoyed my life as only I could, living off of the more than ample trust funds (yes, funds) that my parents had set up for me when I was born. A couple of years later, I got bored of the B.Hills scene and took to flying and visiting new places. One day, bored outta my gord, I ventured into the Den, and well,.... I've basically made it my home away from home now. ~~G~