As absurd as it may sound, the Apocalypse changed his life for the better. From as far as he could remember he was an orphan, and the streets were his home. Other children his age were learning how to write and read but he was learning of all the ugliness the world had to offer. Other children were having regular warm meals but, on his menu, there was lying and stealing to name just a few milder ones. The older he got the worse were the things he did. To cope with it and numb his pain he turned to drugs. His memories of this period of time, until the Apocalypse came, are hazy. The Apocalypse almost took his life, because of the fierce earthquake, the building which he was using as a shelter at the time collapsed onto him. But as the saying goes, the darkest hour is just before the dawn and the SRP group on a scouting mission found, save and took care of him until he recovered. It was the first time that he received an act of kindness and from complete strangers at that. This event changed him, and he swore his allegiance to the group. He became one of its best members and earned the title of "The first sickle". Unfortunately, his past still haunts him from time to time and he seeks comfort in forbidden substances. Because the drugs he used to abuse are almost impossible to come by he mostly substituted them with energy drinks and potions which offer similar albeit not so intense effects.