Pozy was born in 1994 to a Hasidic Jew father and a polish mother, in the town of Międzybórz, Poland. As a young child he followed his father through the market stalls; as his father was a well known money-lender. It was said that Pozy learned his shekel-scrounging ways from his late alcoholic father from these days.

His father wasn't always a drunkard, though. This was considered to be a direct result of a tragic event in Young Pozy's childhood. His father would often take Pozy to the zoo in nearby Wrocław, to help foster a love for zoology. At the ripe young age of six, Pozy, infatuated with a small fox that was scampering about, climbed over the bars and into the fox pit. His father yelled for the young boy to stop, but he simply couldn't be deterred from his attempt to touch fluffy tail. After several horrifying minutes of being unable to save his son from the ravaging foxes, the zoo crew eventually managed to free Pozy from his ordeal in the enclosure.

Now, much to the surprise (and dismay) of his father, this created for Pozy a sort of Stockholm-Syndrom, as opposed to a scarring event as would be expected. He became, as the doctors noted, infatuated with foxes. Pozy's father, fearing for his eternal salvation, forbid Pozy from ever again visiting the zoo. Despite his father's best effort, and the additional efforts of the zoo staff, Pozy found another way to get his fix of the fox... That is, the woods on the west side of town. After several hours spent tripping over sticks and stones, Pozy finally sniffed out the wild fox dens. He spent the next several days crawling around half naked, immersing himself in the scents of the forest. Unbeknownst to Pozy (and luckily so), the coupling done between him and the zoo foxes prevented the wild foxes from simply tearing him apart; instead, these foxes welcomed him into their community. As such, the young boy, raised for many moons by the foxes, grew to resent the congestion of the city life.

During his time with the foxes, Pozy met a cute boy fox, whose name sounded something like Klick-click-tick-eick. It was said that Pozy took his knot nightly, lying with his fuzzy flame. This continued for many moons, until the search party led by Pozy's father eventually stumbled upon the lair of degeneracy. Pozy was dragged out of the dens, as were many of the foxes; the hunters lined up, ready to fire. Just as they were about to fire, though, Pozy dove in front of his furred family, begging his father to spare the animals; in return, he would never again visit the fox dens. TBC