he was born somewhere in britan and when he was 10 he and his mother moved to Canada. scope was a very…. strange kid. he had a habit of drawing other students in his class or teachers, then rip, crumple, scribble over or even eat the drawings. that, and the fact that he was new, caused him to get bullied a lot. two years pass, little scope is now a sad ball of pent up rage. one day, he went to school like always. sat through class scribbling on a paper and being whispered about, left the building at the end of the day just to be greeted with more verbal abuse from three of his peers. something in him snapped. instead of taking it like always, he whipped around and punched one of the students in the nose. they were stunned. before they could react scope had grabbed the second student’s hair and yanked them to the ground. the kids weren’t looking for a fight, the first kid simply and the third screamed and hurried to find a teacher. scope sat on top of the second kid’s chest and just kept punching them over and over again, screaming as loud as he could. a girl who just walked by screamed in horror and snapped him back to reality. scope stood, looked at his hands and was terrified. he had just killed someone. he ran away, before anyone else could see what he just did..
time jump. (hes now somewhere in his 20s, and living in America. sorry, I don’t have this middle part thought out yet,,)
he got a job as a bodyguard for a woman named ‘mahogany’ and he quite enjoyed the job. he would sew dresses and suits for her and her father in his spare time (he loves to sew) and it payed well. sure, smashing the faces of robots really did a number on his hands, but he didn’t really mind. he liked having someone to protect, it made him feel like he was worthy. worthy of just, exsisting. he was being followed by shadows of the robots, but he was still able to differentiate them from the real ones.
then, the explosion happened. he was closer to the impact than mahogany was, but not close enough to be killed. he lost both of his hands, part of his arm, and went blind in his right eye. everything continued to go downhill from there. because he was in the hospital for so long, he couldn’t keep his job. when he finally was able to fully wake up, his room was filled with shadows, new ones. most of his memory was now blurry, he could only clearly remember the past year and random events. seeing that his hands were now metal really made him feel uneasy, it just felt wrong to him. the shadows convinced him that he was dead, killed by the explosion, and was either dreaming or a robot. eventually, he adopted a daughter and got a job as a voice actor at LGP. and that’s where the story is at right now!
