Krazorian

My upbringing by wolves is a very sad one. When I was young, my parents died in a fire (which later spread to Denmark, killing a squirrel. I was informed of this several years after the accident, and i still have nightmares of him). The wolves came to my house in hope of abducting a child, and so they did.

The wolves always howled alot (I never really understood why, they said it had something to do with increasing the amount of carbondioxide in the atmosphere), and since I never really got the hang of it, I was always bullied. Mix this up with the nightmares, and ta-da, you’ve got a sad childhood.