I live on the streets, hating society with every breath, living to one day create my own world away from this one, one of solitude and isolation.

My mother was extremely poor and was forced to sell her body for money to live. She worked at a whorehouse and got drugged and raped (could have been magic or other means) by (someone) and from this she gets pregnant and my character is born. I had no name and no one to take care of me. My mother died a year after my birth and I was left with no one to take care of me, no one came into the back room as I would lay dead in the bed and I would sit on the cold floor waiting for help. 5 days after her death Only one person would walk into the room, pay his respects, replace the flowers in the vase on the bed side table, glance at me, feed me and then leave. This would continue for 3 years.
 
One time he turned to me and asked for my name and that was it. Many visits later he started talking to me, teaching me how to read, speak and write. From these lessons I chose my own name Kavari and I learned his name too, Jhin. An unknown amount passes but i still wait for him to return,it had been days since his last visit. I can hear through the wall and it was all excessive shit talking at the expense of my dead mother group of people. (They) said they would never clean the room out and would let her rot in there for all they could care. This was the starting point of my hatred for humanity and my dream to remove myself from this world and live elsewhere. Jhin started to train me to live on the streets, how to talk, how to survive.
 
He raised me to be his ultimate masterpiece, the ultimate artist, the ultimate killer. By the time I had turned 16 he had taught me all that he had known, and he said his farewells and that we would never meet again. I moved to the streets and fought for my survival, taking whatever I needed and whatever I wanted.

Age

20

Gender

Male

Eyes

Blue

Hair

White

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale

Height

5ft 2in

Weight

100 lbs / 45kg