Lpreston

Early life
Lpreston was born to a poor family in the city of Luscovy (now known as Voskovy) in the UBSR. At the time of his birth the city was in very early development. His memory's of the city are very blurred, not knowing much other then he lived there when he was a small boy with his family of two older sisters and parents, which while was one of the hardest times of his life, living in the cold dark plains of the union, having a nice caring family made it his happiest. One day his family decided to move to Duragrad for a better life. Things were looking up for the family but mid way through the journey a blizzard descended on the path his family was taking. Unfortunately, it was too late to turn back so the family moved forward. Feeling hungry preston decided to wonder off for food to eat, but while scavenging, ended up getting lost. He called out of his mother and father over and over but no one came. He kept on going forward until he saw his family! They were alive he thought rushing over to them he hugged them as tight as possible but something was off... their skin had turned blue and a strange red liquid was surrounding them. "mommy is time to get up" he would say shaking her over and over again but she never did, nether did the other three. It was all a bad dream, it had to be! He snuggled to his mother praying that when he woke up he would see her smile again. Eventually he made it to Duragrad hungry, cold, and most of all alone.

Early Teens
Preston was homeless with no money, family or friends to help in the cold streets of Duragrad. Wondering around he saw what looked like an abandoned house grabbing a nearby rock, and throwing it as hard as he could at the window shattering it into pieces claiming in as safely as possible to not get cut. Feeling the warmth of the room hit him, he  took a deep breath it has been almost two years of  barely surviving, eating anything he could dead or alive. relaxing his body on the couch that was in the room he said one thing "I hate the cold" slowly drifting off to sleep. waking up to a loud bang! Preston body sprang to life quickly grabbing the rock, it seemed the house wasn't so abandoned as he thought "hello?" he said all fell silent, then a loud screamed echoed through the house Preston went flying into the wall knocking the breath out of him, a man with a scar on his eye "you made the wrong choice robbing me" before Preston could say anything, the man picked up the rock and sent it crashing down on Preston's hand a loud crunch could be heard. Preston with his last pieces of strength rolled out of the way of fetial blow. Pulling a lose plank of wood out of the floor boards he slammed it into the mans skull, falling down the man looked up in horror as the plank came crashing down over and over again. breathing heavily Preston dropped to the floor, exhausted. wrapping a makeshift cast to his broken hand, Preston didn't sleep that night or the nights after, but the body started to smell horrible, so he dragged it into the wilderness to let the polar bears feast.

Late teens
Preston having no money stole everything he could, little pieces of money here and there, a loaf of bread, but nothing too serious. At first he didn't like like it but overtime it became a sort of challenge, of how much he could get away with, with this the towns people didn't enjoy this random stranger who showed up one day and started being annoying, with all the stealing and annoying nicknames. One day Preston overheard talk that tensions were rising with a nearby city, curious to see what would happen he broke small pieces of the wall, a harmless little prank to spook the city folk. but the next day he overheard a panic and whispers that the nearby city were gonna attack, he saw solders for the first time. At first he felt a rush of guilt come over him a part of him wanted to to say something, the other part was scared of the consequences, but then he felt pride, he did this! tiny little Preston did this! WIP