Being the son of Panic, with Pain as his uncle, it was no suprise that Warren was not raised in a typical family. Often pushed around by his mother and her brother, he learned from an early age how to fend for himself, using his size and his temperment, to rebel against their physical abuse towards him. He slowly grew into his personality, and found his place among his crazed relatives, as the body guard. Pain and Panic tend to cause the problems, the mischief, and then proceed to run from it, enjoying the game, while Warren stays behind as the brute force. While they live for the adrenaline, he lives for the brawl, the wreckage, the carnage. There is nothing he loves more then absolutely destroying something. When there is nothing to do, and he is bored, he will often seek out prey to maul, usually destroying it beyond any future use, and leaving it a useless mess when he is done.