[Ban Churaana]

    Ban was born in a middle-class family. He wasn't poor but wasn't exactly rich either. He and his parents appreciated everything they had but always remembered to give to others.

Ban, although loving to give to others like his parents, also had a slight issue. Through his parents' tough mindset of appreciating what you have, he developed a sort of kleptomaniacal personality. Although him telling himself not to steal, he would find himself stealing time and time again, barely even realizing he stole it. He would return it of course, but this was a constant problem, giving him many issues with his parents.

He loved his parents dearly but didn't like the way they scolded him for something he couldn't control. He tried to stay positive, thinking this was the best for him, but he seemed to always twist it in the end where he thought his parents were teasing and mocking him for having the disorder. As he stayed silent about this, taking every scolding, his anger only grew. This was the same for his parents, who also started having anger grow within them.

Eventually, the two parties came to grow a tree of hate toward each other, never agreeing on anything. Ban eventually started realizing that his parents had come to hate him, no matter what they tried. He decided to run away, not wanting to feel the shame or responsibility of this weight on his shoulders.

One night, as he finished packing his things and heading down the stairs, he stepped back as he heard his parents talking in the kitchen. They were talking about him. He listened in to their conversation, hearing as they talked about sending him off to some unknown place to fix his "many issues." He scoffed, thinking this was an uncannily perfect time to run.

He ran by and speeded out the door, running into the night, with sparkling lines running from his eyes. He heard his parents call out to him, but didn't bother looking back, He ran as quickly as possible to the nearest boat, finding a place to stowaway on there. As the ship left the harbor, Ban quickly realized that this was no ordinary ship. It was a ship ran by pirates. He stayed hidden, hoping to not get found out as that would most certainly mean death.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found a shining object. It was a helmet made to what has seemed to have been pure gold. Ban let out a tiny squeal, then reminded himself not to take it lest he was found out. But he wanted it so badly. His kleptomaniacal urges soon grew too strong for him to resist and he got up and quietly sneaked out to grab the helmet. He was taking the helmet. "You know that's not yours, right?"

Ban quickly swiveled around to see who the owner of the voice was. It was a person, in a similar age to him, but much more authoritative. He had a shock of fiery red hair. "Again, I'll ask you. Is that yours?" Ban starts trembling the slightest bit. "N-no! I'm s-sorry! I accidentally s-stowed away on this b-boat thinking it w-was another's. I saw the h-helmet out of the corner of m-my eye and I had to grab it, see? I h-have an issue with s-stealing stuff , see?" Ban started backing up. Akai spoke again, "Well. You have two choices now. Either join my crew or get thrown to the sharks." Ban chose the wiser option and joined Akai's crew, quickly advancing through the ranks with his sheer courage and intelligence.