A fond smile tugs at the brunette’s chapped lips, old memories dancing in their eyes as they recall the past. “Well, like my sister and brother, I was orphaned at a pretty young age too. I had to fend for myself for a while..until I met Portia when we were just kids. She was running an errand for our ‘grandmothers’, when she ran into little ol’ me. Just a scared scrawny kid, not much younger than her, digging for scraps in a trash bin. She gave me a piece of bread from the groceries she was sent to pick up, even though I was too scared to take it from her hands at that point. Since that day, she would give me something to eat whenever she ran into me no matter how hard times got. I started trusting her and we’d started hanging out when she was done with her chores, playing pretend and running around in the streets of Nevivon. Portia would also drag Julian to play with us sometimes, which is how I met him too. Eventually, I caved in and let them take me home to see their grandmothers and the other kids..and the rest is history. I became part of the family, and when it was time for us three to leave the nest..I stayed with them. I..I don’t know what would have happened to me if that kindhearted, selfless girl didn’t approach me that day. I’m really happy to be a Devorak.” Gezi’s eyes begin to mist up, they quickly rub their eyes in a bashful manner. “Ah, sorry, got a bit emotional there. Whoops. But yeah, that’s how I was ‘adopted’, to put it simply!”