When I grew up, I lived in Santa's Workshop, with 2000 other elves. Me? I was elf number 44. I did everything I could for santa, made him thousands of toys a day, and to think, he kicked me out. He kicked me out, because I used lead paint on one of my toys. Afterwards, I moved from Santa's Workshop to somewhere a little cozier. Limbo. The void between life and death. there I waited, and now, I am a sentry of Halloween, leaving my old days as an Elf for Jolly Old Saint Nick... behind.
Recently though, my old friend Sata Clause, has been needy for extra elves to help him with his toy making, because it is nearing christmas and the human population had almost trippled within the last year. So, i am currently working in santas workshop now, as Co-manager and Operation-Leader, to make sure that all the kids get there toys for christmas.
And be wary, I will report you to santa if you are bad on these fourms. I am serious. I will keep a list of all the people that are on the naughty list because I reported there names to santa.
I hope that answered most of your questions about me.