victor backstory

 While some children have abusive fathers or mothers, or dead parents, Victor only had a twin-set of abusive parents. Teen lovers, they'd call themselves, believing what they had was true love. Two people who had met and 'fallen in love' as teenagers at a hard time looking for a way out... and on the run from the local authority of a small town in Spain. His father a native to the town and a street urchin who's parents were good-natured people who were murdered by bad-natured people, and his mother a daring criminal looking for money to make and bodies to drop. Both having struck bad-luck and set on the run, fate would have them meet and quickly fall in love in a few days of blockbuster worthy action and romance. They were able to put their criminal lives aside for a while, and get married, though, not properly. It was not soon before Jonas Monrone and the newly wed-bride Kelly Monrone had a child they decisively named Victor. Oh, did I leave out a detail- why, yes I did. The two happened to be electric branched echo human khelans, and perhaps this was a part in their falling in love.

As an infant and toddler, Victor was what would be considered treated right by his parents- but around the age of six, when the money ran dry and there was no back in game, the poverty-ridden couple began taking out their struggles, personal and economic, out on their young son. Neglecting to teach him of his Khela ways, and even a proper education; reading and writing. He was left cut and bruised at the end of most days, and was given little time to heal. A lot of the time food was even withheld from him, and he was left to starve for night(s), depending on his punishment. It's not if Victor was even a horrid little brat, the first round of serious punishments that came around to him were quick to set him straight- his parents just had no one else to take it out on, especially since they were trying so hard to ignore their marriage difficulties, by blaming it on their son. This living went on for years of Victor's life, until Victor woke up one morning on his birthday, his 14th, to find his dad deceased of what would've appeared to be a drug overdose, and his mother hanging from the ceiling fan, a knocked over chair on the floor.

What does a fourteen year old even do when he finds his abusive parents dead? First, he cried. Cried because he was angry, cried because he was so passionately depressed, and cried because he was a bit happy that the pain on his end was over. Well, perhaps the pain on their end was over too. It wasn't long until Victor grew hungry, and he reluctantly pushed the bodies from their small little mountain home in the northern-most areas of germany, and off a cliff. Yes- he wasn't strong enough to dug a hole, so he slowly, exhaustingly slowly, pushed each of their rotting corpses off the nearest cliff, and he just survived. Survived off of what food the house still had. Killed what livestock they managed to get ahold of, and used their meat to survive longer. When the food was gone, he packed what he could, and he left. He descended down the mountain, his father's old M1911 with four rounds stuffed in a backpack also holding clothes, three-fourths of a water bottle, half a pack of saltine crackers, his mother's switchblade, the small amount of valueables and caps his parents still had, and a flashlight.

It was a month before Victor found a group of people not feral mutants or vile bandits, and at that point it would seem like fate had put them right there for him to find, as at the moment he stumbled upon the group of kind survivors, he was starving, caked with dirt, and under-going an allergic reaction from some odd fruit he had found- and found out he was allergic too. The survivors were indeed kind, taking care of him for several weeks. They had a doctor, barely able, but luckily enough was able, to prevent the allergic reaction from taking his life. They had plentiful food, and he was fed, able to get his strength back up. He was able to bathe, and they even washed his clothes, and offered him to stay with him. He gratefully accepted, taking a part in the camp's daily life, helping the women with their chores mostly, lacking the strength to do much 'manly' tasks. He participated on a few hunts, starting to grow a better eye for sharpshooting. He stayed with them for four months before he departed of his own will, because he had recently stumbled upon an old memory, and now had the strength and means to act upon it. He was looking for his uncle, talked about little by his mother, known as Kyle Fletcherson, his mother's maiden name. He headed out, food packed, and a proper Five-Seven with a few mags packed with him.

After two weeks of traveling to a place in southern germany, he finally reached the large abode that was his uncle's. The litlte he had heard of his uncle that he A. Lived in the fletcherson manor in southern germany, where he was a 'selfish bastard' who 'despised his own family'. B. He was something called a 'khela', and not knowing the true meaning of the term, Victor was unsure of what he would find. What he found was a 44 year old, kind-looking man who looked after a staff of workers and other people who stayed within the large manor, with a brilliant collection of artifacts, knowledge, and class. Upon realizing who he was talking to, as he met Victor, he'd lovingly embrace him, something that Victor had not felt in... such a long time. He was saddened by the loss of his sister, and apologized that Victor had to go through all that, even though he understood an apology would not fix what had occured.

The first thing his uncle taught him was how to read and write. His uncle, Kyle, had a deep love for knowledge and understanding of the world's ways, and strongly-believed that they were both important skills. Though Victor was uneager to learn such skills at first, viewing them as unimportant, he'd soon find and share this love of knowledge with his uncle. His uncle went on to mentor him in manners, proper speech, proper dress, philosophy, science, math, and his views of the world's ways. Four years, Victor lived under his safe roof, learning, and living a good, privileged life. It was not until Victor was eighteen that his uncle would willingly teach him how to fight. Kyle had foreshadowed such training, but refused to teach a child, as know child should truly need to learn to fight for their life, and Kyle lended Victor this privilage. It was at the hopeful request of Victor shortly after the day of his birthday, that Kyle agreed to teach him all he knew. Hand-to-hand combat, sword fighting, how to properly wield and aim a gun. The entirety of the next two years was filled with studying further into the subjects Kyle had taught him, gaining a curiousity for the world, and learning self-defense, for Victor.

 At the age of twenty, Victor then inquired about his... Khela roots. He had before-hand, and Kyle had shared a bit of aura and Koff-enge, but this second time Victor inquired, Kyle decided it was high-time he taught Victor a thing or two about who, and what, he was, and what he could do. So, for the next four years, another boring to ravenously detail part of Victor's life, Victor mastered what Kyle had to teach. Shadowstepping, and the rest, that he would need to know. At the finishing of his training? He continued to learn, and help out his father with handling the manor's affairs.

The fifty-five year mark, Victor twenty-nine, Kyle passed away of natural causes, his heart condition catching up with him. After a sad couple weeks and an emotional funeral, Victor solemnly took over the manor and it's people, them well acquainted with Victor at this point. Studying became a bore, and without his cheery uncle wandering the walls, the manor felt empty. After a year of handling the manor, Victor accepted a close-friend's offer to travel with him to Upernavik, and left the manor in the hands of his uncle's closest friends, spending the next seven years adjusting to life within Upernavik. The snowy climate reminding him of where he started life, in the small mountain home in northern Germany...