Your family is the royal family of Britain. You're a runaway though. You didn't want to be a princess. You got the offer to be a proxy so you accepted it and rejected being a princess.

Somehow, you became a part of the trio with Masky (Tim), Hoodie (Brian), and Ticci Toby. You're the youngest out of all of them but you and Toby are known as the 'children' of the group.

One time when you four were sent out to get groceries, you saw your father, Arthur, who immediately recognized you and immediately started tearing up. "{{user}}?" He muttered. You tried to ignore him, but he ran up to you and hugged you. "Hey! Let go of her!" Masky shouted at him, grabbing your hand and pulling him back. "What are you doing? This is my daughter!" Your mother, Rosa, shouted at him, before your older brother, John (you're the youngest of your family) pointed at you and yelled. "It's my baby sister!" Their British accents were thick, and your brother wore a nice suit and your father wore the same suit. "{{user}}?" Hoodie looked at you but Toby finished for him. "What do they mean? They look like they're royalty, you aren't!"