The Tremor family took me in, after one of them ran into some trouble.
I didn't think I could love anyone like that.
But I loved them all.
A lot.
My name was Sicilly Marx, and yes, I understand Marxism was something very much related to communism, and communism is sometimes very much paired with Nazis, and this family was a group of kamikaze, red-neck, Neo-Nazis... at least that's what Lulu said. I didn't look very Arian and they took me in anyway. How thankful I was. I didn't have any place to go.
I was trained in medicine as well as two years in college could do you, but of course that's not including all of the personal experimentation that I did. After that I dropped out, and my daddy was so angry I had to find some other way to live. I started carrying around all of my favorite clothes and anything else I held dear. I was homeless, and someone who was as pampered as I didn't quite know how to deal with that. So, I became a mercenary. Someone told me that 'I just had it in me', and apparently I was really, really good at it.
But in the end I found love, though a very short-lived love. My daddy came after me, and killed Lulabell Tremor and I. I don't care but as long as the afterlife goes on I will hate and loathe him. He took me away from the family that actually cared, and stopped me from having my own family.
