Formally in Japanese, "Hello Kitty" refers to the group of related characters, while the main character herself is known as Kitty White (キティ・ホワイト Kiti Howaito?), or affectionately as Kitty-chan (キティちゃん Kiti-chan?). According to the official character profile, she was born in the suburbs of London, England on November 1. Her height is described as five apples and her weight as three apples. She is portrayed as a bright and kind-hearted girl, very close to her twin sister Mimmy. She is good at baking cookies and loves Mama's homemade apple pie. She likes to collect cute things and her favorite subjects in school are English, music and art.[2][8]

Hello Kitty is portrayed surrounded by a large family who all possess the surname 'White.' Her twin sister Mimmy is described as "shy and very girly," interested in sewing and dreaming of marriage. While Hello Kitty wears a bow on her left ear, Mimmy wears hers on the right. Their Papa, George, is described as dependable, humorous but also absent-minded. Mama, Mary, is portrayed as a good cook who loves doing housework. Grandpa Anthony likes to tell stories and Grandma Margaret likes sewing.[8] Dear Daniel is Hello Kitty's childhood friend. His character profile describes him as born in London on May 3 with the real name Daniel Starr. He travelled with his parents and was away from Hello Kitty for a long time. He is portrayed as fashionable and sensitive, good at dancing and playing the piano, with an interest in photography and dreams of being a celebrity.[9] Charmmy Kitty is Hello Kitty's pet, a white Persian. She is described as docile, obedient and fond of shiny things. Her necklace holds the key to Hello Kitty's jewellery box.[10] Hello Kitty also has a pet hamster named Sugar, who was a gift from Dear Daniel.[11]
In 1962, Shintaro Tsuji, founder of Sanrio, began selling rubber sandals with flowers painted on them.[12] Tsuji noted the profits gained by adding a cute design to the sandals and hired cartoonists to design cute characters for his merchandise.[12] The company produced a line of character merchandise around gift-giving occasions.[13] Hello Kitty was designed by Yuko Shimizu and was added to the lineup of early Sanrio characters in 1974. The character's first appearance on an item was a vinyl coin purse in Japan where she was pictured sitting between a bottle of milk and a goldfish bowl.[14] She first appeared in the United States in 1976.[4][5]

Sanrio decided to make Hello Kitty British because at the time when she was created, foreign countries, in particular Britain, were trendy in Japan. In addition, Sanrio already had a number of characters set in the US and they wanted Hello Kitty to be different.[6][15] Shimizu got the name Kitty from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass, where in a scene early in the book Alice plays with a cat she calls Kitty.[16] Sanrio's motto is "social communication" and Tsuji wanted the brand name of the cat to reflect that. He first considered "Hi Kitty" before settling on "Hello" for the greeting.[17] Spokespeople for Sanrio have said that Hello Kitty does not have a mouth because they want people to "project their feelings onto the character" and "be happy or sad together with Hello Kitty."[18][6] Another explanation Sanrio has given for her lack of a mouth is that she "speaks from the heart. She's Sanrio's ambassador to the world and isn't bound to any particular language".[15] Representatives for Sanrio have said they see Hello Kitty as a symbol of friendship, and they hope she will encourage friendship between people across the world.[6] There has been some suggestion[by whom?] that Hello Kitty has its origins in Maneki Neko, and that the name Hello Kitty itself is a back-translation of Maneki Neko, which means beckoning cat in English.

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�He screams in the fire!� Chief said right before he got dead. Real dead. Not like your grandpa fallin� asleep in his chair and not waking up dead. More like �hey Chief why are your legs over there and you only got one eye in your head?� dead. Chief had gotten us though the worst of this shit, since it became clear backup wasn�t coming, and what with the Grime clamping down but good on this sector. What do you do when there is only a handful of you left and at least a hundred miles between you and a hard pillow to lay your head? Intelligence either dropped the ball big time on this one, or they just knew that sending us in here like this was destined for failure. The kind of failure the Chairman could give a great rousing speech to the mass of marks, talkin bout how we, in our unyielding bravery for the cause, never wavered in our duty. That we were heroes and all that nonsense. What a bunch of layered bullshit. Fuck the Chairman. Fuck the Board.

What did that mean anyways? He screams in the fire? Not enough time to look into last words anyhow. There was surviving to be doing. And it didn�t look like Murphy was up to leading considering how caked his eyes were with the salty stuff.

There were nine of us left. Murph, Dodo, Church, Griff, and Jelly were all that remained from the initial expedition. The other three�s names I never got on account of the state we found them in. Tongues cut out, teeth pulled, and all tags removed. The Grime�s scouts always had a flare for pageantry. Christ, they must have spent days tending to the mouth wounds alone. Left em free of sepsis and with a pouch full of their former pearlys. Those three, at least- the hundred or so of their brothers were most likely eaten in the worst ways possible. Funny watching them boil down the local roots to mush before they could slide it down their pipes. What little babes we all are. Regardless, the loss of those boy�s faculties didn�t dampen their spirits by any means. I saw the swarthy lookin� one smiling that repulsive grin of his dead at me right when Chief stepped in to that Waist Grinder. I think I smiled back. My name is Belly, by the way.

By my guess we were somewhere between the Nettles and Headstones. Neither a preferable place to be, believe me, but at least the dangers round Headstones can be dealt with straight ahead. Rather a Squarejaw gunning for my throat than some pussy plant causin my skin to turn on itself. I remember way back before the Rending, my neighbor Budd, who was older than me, ran off to be a Jackboot. His first deployment was to the Nettles. Two years later he came back, lookin like yogurt left out in the sun. His momma said that it all it took was a brush up against something the lads called a Rasher. Bless a sense of humor, I guess.