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M!A-7 years old

[So, I'm gonna have a limited amount of icons for this, so I might use ones from when he's 19. Oh, and for those who want to know the whole M!A and a little backstory kinda thing, clicky.]

The situation the blond had found himself in was quite distressing-the young boy knew nothing on the whereabouts of himself, nor his loyal Exceed companion. What did he know? Wracking his brain for a moment or so, mentally listing his knowledge. Sting Eucliffe. Dragon slayer. Homeless. Killed his father figure. Not a lot, in conclusion. The road-side he had been laying on had been pretty desolate, and not a soul could be found, spare the woodland creatures. This had driven him to walk to the nearest town; soon regretting the decision as his miniscule figure became lost in the market square.

"Where am I?".

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M!A-7 years old. || OPEN

It was safe to say that the boy was terrified. Even though the young blond wouldn't admit to that openly, it was eating his confidence internally, threatening to show if he didn't keep it contained. Sting had no idea about his whereabouts, or much about himself. He knew his name; Sting Eucliffe . He had a companion by the name of Lector, but the little Exceed was nowhere to be found. He'd recently killed his father figure. He was homeless.  And now, he was alone, wondering the streets of an unknown town, somewhere in Fiore. It didn't take long to be swept up in the hundreds of busy shoppers, exhaustion becoming overwhelming, as the blond boy settled for the shelter of a shop doorway, sitting with knees huddled into his chest as tears formed in his cobalt eyes.