To describe Thirteen as a silent brick wall wouldn't be far off from the truth.

Thirteen doesn't talk - When he does, it's to order someone around, to manipulate, or to tell someone to beg for their life. He dislikes chatting, dislikes most people, and doesn't enjoy being around other people outside of necessities or to rob them of their lives. To be quite clear, there is not a single empathetic or kind bone in this man's body - Any and all kind acts he may do are a facade and are purely to keep people from seeing him as the horrible person he truly is. And unfortunately for everyone else, he does need people around him to do his work.

In public, he seems like a well-spoken, polite and charming man, always having a vague smile on his face that lures most people into a false sense of security. In public, he is a simple, humble man who likes his poetry and various simple hobbies, who works far too hard at his job, and shouldn't you have something easy to blow off steam with, Mr. ██████? And he will simply laugh, and tell you that he doesn't need it. After all, he has his partner and his work - He doesn't need anything else. 

Why would he?

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Not much is known about Thirteen aside from the bare essentials before he founded DAYLIGHT. Born in California, born into money, and stayed in the money when he took over someone's failing business in oil and gas. As a result, he moved to Europe for a certain business opportunity. Here, he met other people in the same business who, after vetting him, decided to take him to a 'live show' of a murder. He even got to participate! He was instantly smitten with it, having tasted blood for the first time. It was an amazing way to blow off steam, and hearing these lowly people beg for their lives was the cherry on top. 

He decided he wanted this for himself. There seemed to be enough profit to be made out of this. However, he would never stoop as low as to join anyone else's organisation. No. He would lead his own.

It was short after this that he came across Sixten - A man he recognised as having been part of the group of businessmen at the liveshow. However, Sixten had recently gone bankrupt with a failed business. In a brief moment of 'kindness', Thirteen would save Sixten from his mountains of debt in the form of a new job; acting as second-in-command for DAYLIGHT, under the name Sixteen. Sixten was more than happy to participate, as long as DAYLIGHT made money.

After that, a model by the name Sophia who had offered to advertise for Thirteen's oil business. On pure accident, with a healthy dose of snooping from the model's side, she figured out DAYLIGHT's existence. Instead of ratting them out, she wanted in. And so Fourteen and Fifteen, twin siblings, added to their ranks.

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It wasn't long after Fourteen and Fifteen had joined their ranks that DAYLIGHT had temporarily set up shop in a city called Clocktown. At the time, the rate of crime in this town was relatively high - So their added presence would do little, and would draw little attention. They set up one of their Red Rooms here - Taking people from the surrounding city and surroundings, to photograph, film, and livestream their horrific deaths for a high-paying audience. The last two people they took from the city were two twin brothers. 

The moment Fourteen brought in these two brothers, the elder of the two instantly caught Thirteen's attention. A redhead, who showed more attitude and passion than the rest of the victims, who mostly were reduced to panicking, sobbing messes. No, this one fought back. Love would be the wrong word for it, but something akin to it Thirteen felt for this one.

He took that one aside. He didn't need to die immediately. He would break this one.

It was a week later of subjecting that one to unspeakable acts that he was careless - Let his guard slip. He left the phone, the one that he used to keep in contact with the oil business' employees, behind in the room where he held the redhead. And though he was handcuffed, the redhead managed to call someone and beg them for help. The person he had called obliged.

Thirteen was 'lucky' that he was away from the Red Room when help arrived. He came back to the Red Room disbanded - The victims gone, equipment destroyed, and Sixteen wounded to the point of losing ability in his arm. Worst of all, the redhead he had come to adore was nowhere to be found.

Thirteen was the most enraged he had ever been in his life. He would have him back.

Present day

A year later, when they had moved DAYLIGHT back over to Sweden, Sixteen came to him. He told him of a redhead in Sweden - It wasn't the same redhead as from the Red Room, but Sixteen figured it may be a good replacement for now, until they find the original. And so, Thirteen went on to manipulate a young man by the name of Finn. A poor replacement, but it would have to do for now. If all else failed, Thirteen could simply use him as entertainment, and there was good use out of someone who listened to his every order.

With Seventeen now also added to their ranks, five years later, they rotated back around to Clocktown, setting their first Red Room back up. Unbeknownst to them, however, there is a certain redhead still out there, looking to enact justified revenge.

There is a large scar running across his face. Courtesy of Finn in a particularly violent fight they had. It actually knocked him out for a while!

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