When he was 15, his parents died in a work factory incident. Not wanting his younger sister to be left homeless (or worse), he started looking for work in any other condition, but after roughly a year he was still unable to hold down a job capable of supporting both him and his sisters needs. In a state of frantic desperation, knowing his only other option was the factory that killed his parents, he summoned a devil of Rot and Greed, selling his soul to them in exchange for monetary gain (and cool super powers! but that was an unexpected side effect). Now he gets other people to sell their souls and ruins lives! Slow roasted into crumbling his own morality, not helped by the imp constantly trying to push him to worse and worse levels.

Eventually he joined an adventuring group to complete higher reward jobs out of the town he lived in. Luckily for his increadible awkward demeanour and general anxiety, his co-workers barely half-heartedly care about anything outside of their own personal goals. His awkwardness is gradually shifting to make way for hilariously pathetic brand of passive agression, usually changing his mind mid-sentance. You ever met an asshole with social anxiety? This is him.