My birth was the stuff of legends!
You wouldn't believe how hard my mother had to squeeze to push me out.
Turned out she had quite a small pelvic bone, which didn't particularly help when squeezing out a big-headed baby.
And I don't mean metaphorically.
My cranium was astronomically large! Like, huge! You wouldn't believe it if I told you!
Wait... I just told you, didn't I?
Uh. Do you believe me?
...
Anyway.
Thankfully, they had some weird cap that regulated the growth of my head, so I didn't grow up to be some sort of hideous monster.
No, no.
I grew up to be a beautiful monster!
My natural blue hair proof of my Catatran lineage. My chiseled jawline a result of my father. Yup! Praise me, love me, adore me!
Don't worry. You can, Pax. My Origin will be in pretty bad shape by the time you read this.
But that's beside the point.
My mother only held me once within the first few weeks after I was born, that being the actual day.
