Hm..well..thats a good question..where WAS i born? Actually..i have not a clue about my past at all.. There's a terribly long, akward, silence, as the lupess thinks to herself. The grave look of thought has been twisted on her face..for a long..long..time.. There's a pretty glass vase sitting on the mantle behind her, and the gallion has decided to take a nap. On the walls are collections of interesting masquerade ball masks, much, much more intricate than the one the lupess decided to wear. Its terribly uncomfortable, sitting here on the floor, and just as you begin to feel a bit sleepy, your host's voice rings through your ears. OHOHOH! i do i do! i DO remember! okokok she frantically begins to start,To begin, my Ma and Pa named me.. SHe pulls out a small scratchpad and scribbles a few letters, and hands it to you to read. ¿-ðYêván. You scratch your head. There must have been some kind of mistake..maybe she didnt know how to spell.. You hand the piece of paper back. But since most people dont know how to pronounce that, i like to be called Joke. Plain and simple, yes? A proud grin is pasted on Joke's face. But uhh..thats all i can really recall of my past. In fact, I only remember what my Ma and Pa look like because of this Joke pulls out an old picture from a nearby book, yellow-stained and curled. Its quite an interesting family -- you have to admit.