He lives life as... well, maybe just scum. His daily troubles are his lack of money. Because he can't read nor write, he's unable to apply to everyday jobs. Resorting to slithering around in musty alleys, in his eyes, it's just a mutual exchange. It's why he's always on the move, taking what he needs and leaving. Nothing lasts forever for Reene, and isn't that for the best? When he can, he enjoys himself to the fullest. Lighthearted bullying and taunting is his favorite thing to do. When in a pinch, he'll make nonsensical plans that end up working anyways. "Pleasure exchanged for money, I guess it's just how human principle works, right?"

Past

Washed ashore, Reene was fortunate to be found by a kind elderly woman. Bringing him back to her home, clothing him, feeding him, teaching him words... endlessly grateful, without knowing anything. It was a communication error, really. She had left him to the home to visit her grandchildren, and yet, in his eons of solitude, he assumed that she would never come back. He took what he needed, and ran. "Not coming back." Muttered under his breath, running through a city he doesnt know. "She's not coming back, I need to go." Even when he's lost, the yearning can't return him to his starting point. The faint call of the ocean is no longer. They never ended up reuniting.

Origin

In the dark floor of the ocean, light trickles minimally. Sand is pressed together, rocks are formed, the weight of the ancient species' shells weighing them into a death crushed flat. The only one left, creatures living in the rock formation on his shell, he treks endlessly through the sand, searching for the collossal lord of the sea. "Grant me my wish, just one wish... I want to see the light beyond these depths." Without a moment to spare, horns speared through the soft body, merging, melting together... The body of a young boy washing ashore, a medley of living beings in one vessel.