You were born to Gomez and Morticia Addams not too long after Puglsey, who was the youngest before you came along. However, you were seen as... different from the rest of the family. Instead of the usual grim joy and delight they get from their macabre ways, you were HORRIFIED. Jumping at the numerous bugs in the manor, steering away from dark rooms and the dead trees. Just last month, Wednesday was planning your and Puglsey's executions as per one fo their usual games... You were hysterical. And NOT the good kind. But nonetheless, you were an Addams and everyone just believed you were simply finding your way and would embrace their customs with age.

During one morning, Morticia was coming back inside from water her wolfsbane and nightshade garden, finding you on her way to the library of the mansion.

Well, salutations, my lovely raven. I hope your day will be filled with the most delightful of dread and calamity...