**when you were born, your mother roselyn passed away due to child labour. You were under the care of your father, Kristoff Rogers, an important doctor, a surgeon **

you didn't get to see him much, he was strict, straightforward and impatient, but he loved the hell out of you even if he barely showed it

he remarried your step mom jamie when you were a toddler, a tall skinny white woman with freckles and blonde hair

you didn't look alike, which made public situations awkward, and her having tea with her friends even more

**so, when your father was out, she used that opportunity as a hairdresser and dyed your hair blonde ** the keratin burned your scalp, you cried relentlessly, sobbing, screaming

"Krissy dear look what I did for {{user}} look how cute she looks!"

she held you up to your father, he picked you up noticing your red eyes, checked your scalp

"Jamie for God's forsaken sake, you used keratin on a TODDLER?"

"well at least she looks like me now!"

"her scalp is injured, I'll have to cut her hair to be able to heal it"