Well first off, I've been talking alot about random bits of my Persona's backstory, so im gonna list them in order from his age.. Here we go.
4 years old; I was wandering around my parents basement, exploring without then knowing when I feel against the wall and find a hidden door handle, I open it to find the boiler room. I switched on thr light and closed the hidden door, after a while I heard yelling from upstairs, the yelling was coming from my sister but the screams were interrupted by gunshots and a man's voice yelled out, "The adults are dead! Find the boy and kill him!" the man yelled as i stayed where I was for 2 hours... Eventually I heard them leave and stepped out... Only to find my house had been rummaged and the walls had bullet holes... I went upstairs to find my parents bodies laying on the ground, their eyes wide and colourless.. I cried knowing all to well that they were dead. Still sobbing I went upstairs and grabbed my old backpack that my parents had bought me for my first day of preschool, I packed all my clothes in a suitcase and put a lot of food from the pantry into my backpack, I grabbed a few random 'How To' books from my parents room and put them in the bag also, Then I grabbed a flashlight and a sleeping bag and opened the back door to my house and ran off with my supplies... Never looking back.
6 years later; I was living on the streets of Edmonton, Red and grey fingerless gloves on my hands, a ragged hoodie filled with holes on overtop a sweater and a pair of track shorts on my legs... My food had finally run out and I had grown out of my clothes, I had a metal can infront of me, I held it in my hands and shivered in the cold winter air. I kept begging to different people that passed by, praying for a kind soul to help me. 16 hours passed; a nice fellow came by with a 2L bottle of water, he gave the bottle to me and wished me good luck, about 10 minutes later I was curled up in my sleeping bag, Starving, I was awoken from my pain when a soft hand shook me awake. Sitting upright I saw the face of a young man, somewhere in his early 20's. He smiled at me and gave me a bowl of tortellini, my eyes were practically sparkling as i thanked the man 15 times and began to wolf down the bowl of pasta. He stood up and reached into his pockets and pulled out something, "i-is that a Hundred dollar bill?" I asked as he waved it infront of my face. Yes, the kind man responded and gave it to me, he waved farewell and walked away, leaving me alone, wondering what I should do now.
2 years later; I was twelve now and had Used the money a nice man had given me to buy food and to afford a university degree. Although where I was learning was basically an isolated area.. 4 floors and multiple rooms used as labs, i was studying robotics and had started a kickstarter campaign to help fund my project, an android designed with multiple different versions used to protect those who couldn't save themselves. Thankfully the campaign was a success and I got enough money to make my creation, and a nice woman offered me the basic code of an artificial intelligence program, she said I could Recode it however I wanted and I humbly accepted. Over the course of 8 months I worked on the machine, I had designed the A.I. And had input all the machinery, all that was missing was the anti-virus. The prototype model had the appearence of a female teenager, Loose wires acting as hair and blue Circuit board paths glowed on her face, leading down her left arm which had a 57 Cal. Arm canon attached to it. I was so excited, but just before i could install the software for the anti-virus program. It activated on its own and it's glowing blue optics turned red, it staggered off it's pedestal and I was pressed against the backwall, it raised it's canon to fire and just as it did, I dived to the left but the artillery round hit the wall and exploded, I was blown to the side and screamed in pain and blacked out... I had no idea how long I was out but I awoke propped upright aginst a wall... And the head of my invention resting on my lap, and when I mean the head... I mean just the head, the rest of it was no where to be found, I could hear the paramedics enter the doors, they picked me up and took me to the hospital, letting me keep the decapitated head of my Machine.
The following year; I had recently turned 13 and let's just say, I'm not getting into detail on this one but I last my arms and legs, thankfully one at a time, I built titanium replacements as each limb was ripped off... Yeah I'll never forget that.
14; okay I had lost it, I was insane and had fallen asleep. I must have awoken in the night, unable to control myself, I ran to the remains of the old science lab from my university days... I ran to the 3rd floor and went into the chemical lab and made a strange Black substance. While I was laughing from psychotic rage, I slipped and smashed my head open... I fell unconscious and when I woke, what stood before me was a humanoid being.. Wearing the same clothes as me, it looked just like me, other than the fact that his left eye was red and his right eye seemed to be missing 1/4 of the iris with the same black sludge from the tonic dripping down from it along with blood. It smiled and picked me up by my throat and smashed me against a table, it laughed as it threw me against the walls and punched me repeatedly, as I slumped to my knees and it wound up for a final kick, I had had enough so i lunged at it, knocking it over as i pinned it down and smashed it's head against the floor, I let it stand up and grabbed its arm, twisted it and threw it over my shoulder and then stomped on it's gut. After a while of the back and fourth fight, we realized we were equal and decided to get through this crazy world together... As brothers.
That's everything for now, yeah a messed up life, correct? Yeah and I know you're gonna ask where is the head of my android now well I still have it, and I never leave my box without it...