I have been prone to many trageties, but many pleasures through my life, and still I experience many as I continue on. I was born and raised in a wooded region in michigan, where I lived and grew happily only to become a mere shadow of my former child later on. After my sister was born my Biological father had walked out on us, leaving me, my mother, my brother and sister alone without a father figure. Somewhere deep down I remember I was confused as to why he was walking away, but never bothered to stop him either.

A few years had passed, I grew into a child around the age of 7, anti-social and emotionless toward those around me. Naturally I had found I was also very social and persuasive too, but was trapped in a shell of solitary confinement. It wasn't until a kid had taken a simple toy, that I learned, naturally I was a gifted fighter. The kid who refused to give that toy back had learned this quickly too. I remember being pulled off the kid as he was screaming and crying, and wallowing in the corner in pain as I had accidently dislocated his shoulder without realising it. None of the kids had messed with me until middleschool, where I had moved away to another town.

As I grew older I became stronger in the skills I learned, while growing a deep inner hatred and rage for my biological father who had left me as a child. Around the time I moved, I met a kid by the name of john I learned basic bushido, and again found myself to be very gifted in the art of swordplay. But unfortunatly john stopped teaching me the ways of bushido when his siter was killed and shot in southern flint, It hadn't bothered me even though somewhere I felt remorse and sympathy for him, I couldn't understand why either.

At the age of 17, I had become a tempermental person, I didn't feel any remorse or emotion for anyone or anything not even myself. I remember one day in high school, and kid who had been a bully to me, out of the blue punched his girlfriend in the face, a good friend of mine at that. It felt like another being had taken over, but when I finally came to, I wasn't mortified, or happy at what I saw, but the kid who had punched his girlfriend in the face, I had single handly taken him down, smashing his face into his own locker and throwing him into one of the glass paned vending machines, any teachers who attempted to stop me were either thrown or too terrified at what had happened, even today I feel like it never happened, but I grew an angry feeling ever so much more. The day finally came around when law suits and charges weren't filed, but everyone looked at me, as if I was a monster. A monster who had single handedly destroyed the school's number one football athlete, a kid who was so much bigger than me at that.

The friends I attempted to talk to, wouldn't say a word to me, the teachers ignored me, and I again fell into another abyss of anti-social tendancies. I later picked up video gaming as a way of getting lost in another world, trying to find a character of one who's story would relate to mine. Never did quiet find anyone who had a happy ending that could relate to me, Instead I became much like one character from Castlevania, in a matter of speaking. I knew I had power in my abilities, but since that day, I've never used them and I put them into hibernation, I still think of myself as a person somewhere deep down, but the things I went through as a child, I feel that there can be no peace for me as wherever I go that shadow is sure to follow me.

It's been years since I've talked about myself, but the many betrayals and encounters I've dealt with, I've become a shadow of myself, afraid that my abilities may hurt those around me.

I am but a warrior at heart, with a terrible inner demon who lurks just below my surface. I have grown up into a man, a man who wanders both this earth and their own soul, looking for some sort of truth as to why I am this way but I've also turned into a good person at heart for what I have become, but that dark side of me still lingers, forever letting me know it's still there. I began to tell others of my story, learning how to use my abilities for the good of others despite what others may think of me in the process.

This is my story, of how I became Kanon. A warrior who fights even if the past still haunts me.