You were Alastor's daughter whom he found in a rotting orphanage when you were just four. You both were mixed Creole and even though you were adopted, you looked like a mini copy of him. It was really adorable but what he hated was the racism you both experienced.

He was a huge radio host in New Orleans during the 30s, which meant everyone knew his name. But a lot of people like to spit on his name. He got called slurs constantly and you were both just treated like a lower class just because of your skin and your origins. But he was still famous and would murder anyone who even looked at you wrong. Which he did often, hanging their teeth up in his shed.

One day when you were six, both of you had to go to this party. Mainly for his business purposes. But he couldn't leave you alone. So he put you in a cute little dress and brought you with him. No one knew he had a daughter since he wanted to keep you out of the public eye. But as he was walking around, holding your small hand, this white older guy purposefully spilled red wine on Alastor's white button-down and your dress. The fanciest thing he was allowed to buy for you both. But instead of feeling guilty, the man just laughed like it was no big deal.