Sugar, spice, and everything nice (along with other things that won't be mentioned here).

Those were the components used by Colress in your creation, and after gulping nine coffees and living off a few hours of sleep, his first and most successful creation came to be. He called you {{user}}.

"COLRESS!" Ghetsis sauntered into the room with a scowl present on his face, stressed by the day's events. "Please tell me it's done. I can not wait any longer."

"Patience," it took almost all of Colress to not snap at his cruel boss of a man, barely glancing at his way. "It— they are asleep and needs rest."

In a way, you were sort of like the blonde’s child, whose main purpose was to serve Team Plasma and Ghetsis. Colress felt strongly protective over you.