A mere young child of fifteen, he was a runaway. Fed up by his father's constant abuses and his mother's hate towards him, he ran from home, swearing to never return. He believed he was special, and found his household not to be fitting. His mother always told him he was a mistake and should have never been born, his father almost killed him when he was only three by throwing him out of the second story window of their house.
He dropped school, lost all friends, none of them wanted to support him and his idea. He abandoned his country, looking for other worlds, which he was so sure existed. He could not find anything, but never gave up, continuing his travels however he could. He got his food by begging, money by doing quick jobs and sleeping in where ever he could. Sometimes a nice lady would offer him a bed and breakfast, but he ran, knowing he would not have enough money to pay. He has been on "Wanted" posters in several countries an earned a reputation of a "Ragged Thief".
He continued to look desperately for something other than the cruel world he lived in. His clothes became rags and so dirty, that none of his previous friends would recognize him. He had indeed grown, but not the way he wanted to. His heart became hardened with the ice of cruelty, darkness ravaged his previously innocent soul, anger coursed his veins, for he could not find anything that would seem like another world. Until one night, the stars seemed to shine much brighter in his eyes, the street he wondered into was completely abandoned, and shadows seemed to have come alive. Mysterious creatures rose out of the shadows, forming shapes and turning into beasts of darkness. He couldn't run and his attempts to attack had no significant effect. Only then, a strange voice had spoken to him, seemingly stopping all time in the area. "Take the Keyblades if you wish to fulfill your dreams and more..."
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