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money.[break][break]
it makes the world go round. a powerful motivator for some, a means to get what you want for others.[break][break]
you fit somewhere in the middle.[break][break]
an only child to two lower class parents. both work two, sometimes even three, jobs just to get by.[break][break]
at least, they did.[break][break]
your father loses his job when you’re still young and work is hard to come by. your mother is a successful ranger, constantly working overtime and sometimes even doing extra shifts in a local cafe just so there’s spending money for things you need.[break][break]
you dream of one day being able to provide for them. they won’t have to work anymore, not when you can easily provide for them to live a comfortable life.[break][break]
things never work out in your favor, however.[break][break]
mother gets sick when you’re sixteen. she gets hospitalized and your father scrambles to be able to pay the many bills that rack up after months of treatments. she survives, thankfully, but the financial hit is devastating.[break][break]
you try to help in any way you can, picking up odd jobs to be able to assist your parents in paying off their debt. mother goes back to work as a ranger but she’s confined to desk work until she’s out of the woods and father? he struggles to keep a single job, often finding himself laid off or being let go.[break][break]
you struggle to balance school work and finding ways to pay the bills. your parents are increasingly fighting, arguing over you trying to help them. your mother doesn’t want to involve you in this. your father doesn’t see any harm in you earning your own living.[break][break]
the fighting continues until you can’t take it anymore.[break][break]
you are nineteen when you leave home. in search of what? you don’t know. a solution to their problems, perhaps. more money, sure. part of you wants to follow in your mother’s footsteps and become a ranger. a nice job, it seems. it lacks something, however, and so you keep wandering in hopes of finding something you’ll enjoy.[break][break]
your hands wander too.[break][break]
you pick up a nasty habit of snatching things from unsuspecting civilians, sneaky hands drifting into their pockets when they’re distracted.[break][break]
the thrill is nice, you suppose. it’s fun, even when you’re running from police officers after being caught in the act. your mother would scream until her throat bled if she knew what you were doing but… you, truthfully, couldn’t care less.[break][break]
the money helps and that’s all that matters.[break][break]
where you get it from doesn’t make a difference as long as it helps to ease the weight on your parents’ shoulders.[break][break]
they’ve done enough, you decide, and so you continue to find ways to pay them for all they’ve done. if you need to steal then you steal. otherwise, you take on missions and hope they pay enough to be able to help.[break][break]
money is the only thing that’s important and you, with innocent eyes and a kind heart, will do whatever is necessary to ensure you earn as much as you can.[break][break]
by any means necessary, you will end the debt of your family and hopefully it will be enough.