Here's this cutie's backstory! It's actually pretty sad. Now, time to change my tone!
Ehem.

Xing Yanse was born in the outskirts of a city in Southern China. She was the daughter of a concubine and a rich lord of a great house. Her family consisted of an old father, nine other mothers, twenty one brothers, and sixteen sisters. When she was born, misfortune struck the house. The first wife of her father died from too much opium. A sickness spread through half her siblings. They became broke. All the slaves left them. Her brothers whom her father wished to become scholars ran away from home. Five of her sisters who were married off to rich men started running about on the streets and stopped doing wifely duties. Their house was raided of all it's riches.

Absolutely convinced that the birth of Xing brought bad spirits to their house. Her father threw Xing and her mother out to the streets, where they lived as beggars. Xing's mother became a prostitute in a tea house, while Xing laboured in the markets day and night disguised as a boy just to earn some bronze and, if she was lucky enough, silver. She could work easily, since she never had her feet bound as most little girls did. As she grew, her mother noticed that she had trouble remembering things. At first, she waved it off, but one time, Xing forgot about her mother. This happened every four years, and to prevent that from happening, she made one of her lovers to draw her so she could let Xing have it as remembrance of her.

Once they were rich enough, Xing's mother sent to school, still disguised as a boy. Xing was eight at the time, and was one of the youngest in the school. She learned to read and write quite easily, and received praise from her teachers. Once she turned twelve, she was walking to school, but lost all memory of where she was going and of her schooling days, but still remembered how to read and write. She got lost in crowd in the side of town where foreigners dwell. She instinctively followed a white man onto a boat crowded with workers young and old of all kinds of color. A cabin boy her age saw her and told her to switch places with him, telling her that the life of a cabin boy is one of the best, wishing to be free of his labour. She said yes and exchanged clothes with him. The drawing of her mother fell out of his pocket as he walked away, and she, knowing it was her's, took it. She got back onto the ship just before it left the harbour and went straight to work. Most of them thought she was a new worker that they just bought, while some, who were the friends of the cabin boy and recognised his clothing, accused her of being a stowaway. They made her work anyways amd taught her the ways of sea faring.

One night, when the ship was on it's way to Africa a year later, Xing looked through her belongings to find the drawing of her mother. Suddenly, all her memories came back to her. She started crying and wished to come home. Sad thing was, she knew she couldn't. A week later, she forgot about her mother again. By then, they landed in Africa, and a new set of slaves were bought. She befriended one of them, a pretty slave called Anwen. Anwen's real name was Hamisi, and she was a year older than Xing. From Xing's year of interacting with the other crew mates and Anwen's pleasant and mature personality, they became fast friends. She helped Anwen adjust to life at sea, and in return, Anwen acted as her helper. Xing called her by her real name and told her that she was a girl. Anwen adressed her as Yanse Xing and entrusted her with a secret plan that she didn't even tell to the slaves that she was bought with.

The plan was to escape the boat once they docked in Morocco. Morocco because there, you could either go to Spain or Algeria or the West Sahara. They'd steal some money from the captain's quarters and some spices and jewellery to sell. They'd work and live until they had a good amount of money. Then, they'd build a boat of their own and recruit a crew from every country and circumnavigate the world. To the young ears of the Chinese girl, it sounded like it would work. Anwen spoke of it with such conviction, it lit a fire in Xing's heart as well. They'd talk about this over a midnight snack that one of them stole from the kitchen at the dead of night, while everyone else was asleep. The other crew mates were used to loud noises while they slept, so their accented whispers didn't make them budge. They waited for two years. They had everything planned for their escape. All they had to do was got to Morocco.

But they never did. Not together, at least. Anwen got really sick. She caught yellow fever while they were in South Africa. She was too tired to even get up from her bed, she had such horrible headaches that she couldn't even think, and her already warm skin burned from fever. Xing was so worried, and feared for her friend. She took care of her long enough, until they were only a month away from Morocco. She didn't make it. Xing was so upset, she almost jumped off the boat to follow Anwen's coffin as it drifted away. Repeatedly, she called out her name, "Hamisi, Hamisi, a ci Hamisi!" At her funeral. She wept and wept, and every night, she'd leave some stolen food by the porthole of the room they used to sleep in every night in memory of the times they shared together, planning their life as travelers. The thing was, Anwen didn't leave a remembrance. Her mother gave her the drawing for Xing to remember her by, which always helped her remember for mother at times, and even some other crew mates whom she considered friends had too, but Anwen left nothing but memories. Memories that won't be there for long.

She forgot about her bestfriend by the time they got to Morocco. Once she got there, her instincts were screaming for her to go and run to the captain's quarters while they were doing business and steal some money, get to the treasury room where all the spices, clothes, and jewels were and get a parcel of each, which she did. They stayed in Morocco for three days before leaving. Just enough time to pack up all she needed before going. She didn't know why she was doing this, but it just felt to right. Third day, she left. She sold the things she got from the treasury and lived on the beaches, sleeping for only a few hours before going further north. Finally, she got to Spain, which she reached by dinghy. She stole things, sold them, got money, until she came across a woman- a slave, no doubt- who resembled Anwen. It was only then when she remembered Anwen. It was only then she realised her faulty memory. Immediately, she bought a book, and on the first page, she wrote down Anwen's name and real name, where they met, and everything she knew about her. Although she was not the best artist, she drew her from memory. She did the same with all the 'memorials' she had.

At the age of seventeen, she met Ecto in his warren. By then, she had a sack of souvenirs from places she's gone to, and her book almost full of pictures of people. She enjoyed his company, but became paranoid that someday, she'll forget him. There was so much to him, she couldn't possibly write it all down without missing something. Even if she didn't, it would just remind her. Remind her of a time she'll never be able to come back to. A time she'd miss for every time she'd find his page. Everyone's page, actually.

Then Cecil showed up and brought them to Admin. Admin promised her that she'd be able to remember everything if she worked for her. Ever since, she's been working hard as the one who creates a character's personality and appearance. She dyed a strand of her hair a different color for every new character's hair color. She, unlike Ecto, made friends among the other OCs working for Admin, such as yours truly. Speaking of Ecto, she soon grew affections for him, although she had quite a few relationships with others (such as myself) be it girl, boy, or hermaphrodite.

...AAAAAND THE REST IS HISTORY!