Having grown up in a forest, the heavy clothes he was now wearing felt alien to him...and yet, something about it seemed right. He currently had on a white coat with a hood, baggy yet thick black pants, and a pair of boots with some kind of white fuzz that was on the part that hugged his legs. 'Simo Hayha; Winter Sniper. Something about that just sounds right' he thought to himself. As he gathered his things (ie his gun) and followed the rest of his team, he suddenly realized that he didn't even know the names of the people he was traveling with...okay, so maybe it wasn't so much 'he suddenly realized' and more 'someone else brought it up first and he agreed with them'. "You're right; it is kind of silly that we haven't exchanged names yet, I'm Simo. I don't really have much of an interesting tale to tell about my past, I'm pretty average. I grew up in a forest raised by my dad, where I learned how to hunt...and that's pretty much everything noteworthy about my life so far. Well, other then running into these strange Heartless creatures at that last world we were in, but you all know that story"

Less then a day after leaving home, and he was already getting to do something exciting like saving a princess. If this was just the beginning of their adventure, then he was in for a fun time. Also, he was looking forward to giving mountain climbing a try.