Born to South African Christian missionaries in the small town of kis. I was told by the eunuch who raised me that my father was beheaded by the villagers for poaching their sacred elephant's ivory tusks. My mother, on the other hand, gave up her Christian views to become their priestess.

The reason that my mother achieved this wondrous position, was that she knew the art of NaCl, or    potassium chloride-table salt-. She discovered that throwing salt into the fires at the height of religious fervor, dances or meals, she could enrapture them in the strange colors that they created. When I was old enough to comprehend the power this gave her I knew that I must have it as well. What I disliked was the way that the Chief looked at her. Whenever his eyes fell on her they filled with a carnal heat and he began to itch his brow. Well, I knew that I did not want him for a father and there was no way I was going to let this slobbering bulk of a man near her. So I created a simple mixture of Lithium Chloroxide and Manganese Fluoride. I didn't want it to be too noticeable, so I waited until the midwinter solstice because I knew that he always drank a bit too much Cacti booze (a mixture of the liquid in cacti needles and road runner ligaments ground fine- it was a potent mixture) 

Well, time passed  as slowly as a horned toad in the desert, but pass it did. When the night came I stood straight backed as I served the guests. Sure enough the Chief ate too much, drank too much, and flirted too much. The time finally presented itself when he called me over for more drink. I crept over and proceeded to fill his cup. About halfway through I pretended to spill and when I bent to clean the mess up, I slipped the mixture into his cup.