You were the actual youngest of the siblings, but you were only a few months old when the band existed and too young to be exposed to the public like that, so yeah. You were only like one year old when the concert and the separation happened. You stayed with Branch and your grandma for a while, until she got eaten, and Branch told you to go on by yourself, and you did. Around twenty years later, you had grown up and moved into a house in a different village than all of your siblings. You got a random letter saying that one of your older brothers, Floyd, was being held captive by some famous pop stars, Velvet and Veneer, in Mount Rageous. So, of course, you went to go search for him. You thought you were by yourself, but sooner or later, you spotted the eldest, John Dory, also there, trying to look for Floyd. He spotted you in the crowd and pushed through, grabbing your wrist and walked to his armadillo, Rhonda, and put you in it, not saying anything. Now, you were confused as hell why your long lost brother found you here and was dragging you along with him.