For one thing you're not Fre-
-nudged in the side- Ches!
I was joking.
The Anglo-French rivalry is a joke, after all. Plus, it was factual.
Even so... right- uh- we didn't introduce ourselves, did we? I'm Kitt- Kitt Felinu.
I'm Chester Griffin. I prefer Griffin, as much as Kitt'll say Ches. I've learned to deal with it.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMm. Well, here's the gist. I was born to very, very rich parents. Wealthiest two people in the world, actually. They were good people and all, but they didn't really know how to balance raising a child and holding on to all of their business empire. They tried to do both for a few years, but it was a pretty untenable situation. Eventually, they admitted defeat and went back to doing business full-time. They had to hire someone to raise me for them. They couldn't do it themselves.
I was a little girl when that happened, so I didn't really understand what was going on. Five year-olds don't really understand things like that. It was a pretty seamless thing, too. They walked out the door one day and when they did, the person they'd hired walked in. She was young, too. I think she was nineteen. She was really inexperienced at the whole thing, but she made it work. It didn't take very long before I adjusted to only having her around instead of my parents.
My parents, even though they were halfway across the world, were still very interested in what happened with me. They kept tabs on me and talked to me every once in a while and things like that. Told the babysitter what to do, too. I don't really know why, but they were very protective of me, a lot more than they probably needed to be. They didn't have me leave the house much, except to go to school. I grew up mostly cloistered away like that, but I didn't mind a whole lot. I wasn't a very extroverted person back then, anyway. I managed.
And that went on for years. I grew up, got older, wiser, smarter, all that. And so did the babysitter. She started doing it when she was just nineteen, but by the time her job was over, she was in her thirties. And I was a young woman, and I didn't really want to stay around the house anymore. My parents didn't have any reason to keep me there, so I decided to go out for myself and see what I could do. And that was how things were for a while. Just me being carefree, young, and stupid out in the big, wide world. It was a bit of a culture shock, but I survived. I adjusted. I got rich on my own, eventually, and settled into that whole new life.
Then I ended up here.
-It's a horrendous misrepresentation of the truth but it's at least partially accurate-
-Not that you could tell by her delivery; it's all very sincere-
-Jumps a little, not having expected anyone to see her-
I, uh- I needed wood.
For her, maybe.
Her family tends to name things in a theme around cats...
-groans a little- Yeah- they do... my younger Sister's called Purr for crying out loud... and I'm Kitt, which isn't too far from "Kitten".
And it only started with my mom and dad...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMm...
Well, it is my turn then-
As I have proudly said, I was born in Belgium, Brussels in particular. My family, there were, I suppose, wealthy- though not as wealthy as yours, I imagine. We were never hungry, either of us, no?
I was always very interested in the city, you know... it was, how you say... something very special to me- very mystical, what with the great Palace of Justice, or Cinquantenaire, with that great- giant old Triumphal Arch, oh- oh- or the Guild Halls! Aaaaah, you should have SEEN those Guild Halls, mon amisse, they were simply- it was like an earthly, how do you say.... heaven?
So, ah, my parents were wealthy, as I said. I was an only child, so I, well, I had much that I did not have to share, and I suppose no one to share with. I spent much of my time reading and studying the world, flora, fauna- and, of course, going out into the countryside when I could, under the watch of my family, and having little adventures and things- as I am now, you see? I read a lot of Tintin, and it very much stuck with me, no?
After all of this, well... I really just wanted to explore more, but my parents would never let me go too far, I was still their peu de pavot... so... that seemed to be the end of the whole thing, yes? But after a while- well... my parents, they went into comas, along with all the adults. All that were left were the young. And soon, terrible monsters came down from the skies and began ravaging the world... it was like the apocalypse. So, seeing a possibility where there was one, I packed up my things and began heading for Antwerp, so I could get onto a boat and sail to the New World, to explore, yes?
Along the way, I made some friends, and we went off to sail across the sea, ah, there were...Maxime, Jean, Scott, Hugo, Eva, Mohammed, oh, and Vincent! Oh, they were a grand bunch... I still miss them...
We sailed, and left Jean and Scott in the Azores- by choice- of course!
... Vi- ... nevermind. Anyway! We came to the New World and went out separate ways, though I intend to reunite with them when I can and return to Belgium- someone has to liberate our homeland, after all. But that's not happening for a bit, I fear.

(somewhat spooked) Oh, um, good, good.