Mick

-Childhood History-

There's really not much I can say about my childhood. My first memory was reaching for some scraps that were left in a bin. Some other kid, bigger than me, wrestled me for it. I guess you could say I was a street rat of sorts? Loads of nights in gutters, cardboard boxes, cold nights. 

The man in black... Now him? I remember. I remember him well. The weather that day. The snow falling to the grounds. The dirt on my feet and the pipe he smoked calmly as he stared at me. He offered a hand to me and promised warm clothes and food if I came with him. I was a gutter urchin, how could I not accept an offer like that? 

He took me in, true to his word he clothed and fed me. But I suppose all good things have a price. It's how the world works huh? 

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- Current Life -

I live in a house, I guess you would describe it as well off? I spend most of my time reading, tinkering, and planning. I strive for nothing but to become the best. The world will know my name by any means necessary. I'm sure of it. Even if I have to flatten anyone that dares to stand in my way. Does that make me a -- villain? Perhaps.

Not everyone can be a good guy, right? 

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