Rizzo Rogue grew up on the wrong side of the tracks raised by her mother who was an auto mechanic and her father who was a grave digging engineer. She is the youngest of nine children and had to fight for every scrap she's ever gotten. Made of axle grease, grave dust and lady flesh, she was born a beauty and earned the name Rogue after she cheated and shredded the hearts of many a man.
One evening, bored to tears by her most recent conquest, she thought she'd try something new, and with the razor blade she kept tucked in her curls, slit the poor bastards throat. Disgusted with having to clean up her dreadful bloody mess, it wasn't Jesus she prayed to but to Satan Himself. The Devil, wearing a vintage sharkskin suit, silk socks with sock garters and crocodile shoes appeared to her and offered her eternal happiness and a chance to break the hearts of millions in exchange for a lifetime of servitude with his personal secretaries, the Sin Sisters.
Once in their lair she was fed a strict diet of virgin tears, eel eyeballs, Absinthe, and choirboy lips. She was made to dance non-stop from sunset to sunrise every day, and slept curled up in oleander vines in the Sin Sisters gardens til her blood ran white and poisonous.