Madame Mayhem's direct descent from certified Greenwich blue bloods has been all but erased from the public record. Stories of an early childhood spent idly eating strawberries and creme on the family yacht's quarterdeck were to be followed, shortly after puberty, by stories of an incident with a local Sailor and his monkey. Fleeing to New York City as a wrongly accused puerile virgin, Madame Mayhem quickly developed a taste for gin, particularly martinis. A talent for clairvoyance of the "highest" order and no stranger to “rare spirits”, her annual Fleet Week binge in memory of her lost naval primate remains the calendar event of the year. Ask any question, she and her trusty martini are instantly at your service. Her amazing psychic abilities coupled with her exceptional breeding (particularly in the park), is legendary!