Diclonius Toshiro
"ok....you first." she looked confused.
Jon breathed an inward sigh of relief knowing that his plan worked.
"Hmm...where do I start? Well, I wasn't born around here, obviously. I came from the United States, from a small town in the Northeasternmost state of Maine. I lived with my parents until I was about 11, when, in one night, everything changed. You see, because of these," he took off his hat and pointed at the horns, "my father grew afraid. He went crazy that night and came at me with a shotgun. When my mother tried to stop him, he smashed her head in with the butt of the gun. In a blind rage, I...I took of his head. I panicked and called 911, not really sure what else I could do. They took his body away, loaded my mother up on an ambulance, and the paramedics took her to the hospital. I stayed with a neighbor until one of the police came to pick me up to take me to the hospital and ask me some questions. I stayed with my mother for four long months until she died. Apparently, fragments of skull had impaled key areas of her brain, causing severe hemorrhaging and massive brain damage. I was sent from foster home to foster home, enduring treatment almost identical to the way my father used to treat me, sometimes even worse. It was because of this that I became bitter and reclusive. I would shut myself in my room and lash out at anybody who entered."
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