"I'm alright," Robert said, answering Priscilla's question. As he listened to Priscilla mentioning her past being not very nice, Greyson and Tai walked in. The ship became silent, the only noise was Greyson sharpening his weapon. Robert wasn't sure if the lack of communication was from a lack of trust or something else, but he decided the best way to have everyone trust each other was if they shared who they were. Since everyone mostly dodged the question before though, Robert decided that if he was going to get everyone to talk, he should set the example. "Well, since we don't have any monsters to kill or a relic of a long lost time to find, we might as well talk about ourselves," he began. "Back when I was around eight or so... I, uh, lost my family to some... well... I should start from the beginning." He proceeded to recount all of the details of that night.

Robert's past:
Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Merry with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Merry was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. 

Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Merry, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.

For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.

Back to the present:

"Eventually I outgrew the old green hoodie, stopped wearing it. My dad tried and failed to become a hunter back when he was my age now, that's why he had these," pointing to the bracers and visor. "I guess that's part of why I'm here. To do what my dad couldn't and finish it. I'll admit, part of me wants to go after the guys who killed my family, but... well... y'know... what am I supposed to do against the White Fang. Before you jump to any conclusions though, I have absolutely no resentment towards Faunuses. I lived in a neighborhood filled with them for the early parts of my life, remember? I know not all of them are like the White Fang. So, uh, any questions?"