I suppose my path was drawn out for me from birth, for I am a murderer by nature. I carry small weapons in my sleeve to stick between joints and bones of others, twisting and churning and digging in further. My first victim, when I was thirteen, was a merchant who mocked me. My dirk went into his eye and through the back of his head.

Heh.. I just wanted to help the poor guy see behind himself so that people like me wouldn't thrust blades into his back. Not my fault he perished in pain.

Growing up was not always so easy. Being ridiculed at school for my inability to speak. "What's the matter, Acuo? Cat got yer tongue? Hahaha-Shut up. I showed them all. Every last one of their mothers were weeping through the night once my shell cracked.

Being unable to speak is not so bad. I'm a quiet man involuntarily, though I wouldn't want it any other way. It helps me travel without being noticed.

My parents were nowhere near loving.. My father drank too much and it seemed for every shot he took, my mother would get hit. Due to his aggressive, alcoholic behavior, my mother took her anger and frustration out on me, beating me as a child, making me do her labors for her, whatever she could do to me that would inflict any form of trauma or pain.

I had no siblings, as my parents did not love eachother enough to even sleep together in the same bed, let alone go through all of the pain and struggle to raise another child while already raising one like a pet. No matter, I'd have slit the throat of a sibling, if one had ever come along. As much as I hated the attention forced upon me, I have to admit, I did enjoy being at the center of it all..

Oh, did I mention I'm mute?