XIII chuckled bitterly when the ball of light asked if the first group that found him gave him his powers. "That would be something," he started before glancing at the sprite. "Sorry. No, I don't think those people gave me this ability. The place I came from have people who are born with abilities. Some have control over specific elements, others can move from one place to another in an instant. All of these abilities have drawbacks. The moment I get cold, I have no control over fire." XIII absentmindedly ran a hand over the burnt side of his head as he spoke. 

"The people that found me believe that people like me are a danger to the world, and they want to get rid of us, one way or another. They tried to turn me into a weapon against others like me. They took my memories and tried to break me." XIII stopped talking as he recalled his time as a prisoner. He shook himself out of his thoughts and looked at the creature in front of him. "But that's enough of my sob story. I guess I should introduce myself, You can call me XIII. We should probably make our way back to the meeting, don't you think?"