As a boy, Victor was abandoned by many, but did not loose his faith in helping others. He sought only to protect rather than to destroy like many others around him. Being a child growing up homeless in the streets of Mantle, he always looked to extending a hand to children such as him, and putting others before. He never lost sight of it, because in the end, he knew he did something right in his heart. Of course there were other that did not like his aura, and tried countless times to break his will. Many nobles from the higher districts, only looked down upon any who are not equal to their wealth, thus creating little to no notice of the goodness of his heart. One day a group of boys from the nobles district sought to teach this dirty orphan a lesson about the true reality of the world, and how it can be so cruel to anyone. As nobles they could have what ever they desired, and just as easy discard it, even with living things. The leader of the gang had just received a brand new dagger, and as the leader was searching to use it, his eyes fell upon a mother and her litter of new born pups. The dog bedridden by just giving birth, having little energy to stop them, stared and waited for the worst. As the boy raised his arm to swing down upon the dog, a shadow emerged from the side and stood in front of the dagger, taking it in full force to the shoulder blade of the boy. Victor cried in agony, but did not let up defending the family of dogs. With retrieving the dagger, a dark grin grew about his face, as he knew what he really wanted to do. By grace and luck, just as the noble boy raised his hand for another strike, a hand harder than stone gripped his in the air. Taken aback by this, the boy, furious, screamed for the adult to release him, but to his shock saw who it was that held it. Standing high in the alley, was a man with a long brown beard, darting blue eyes that looked down upon the nobles, sending fear into their hearts. As the others quickly scattered, the boy with the dagger struggled to release himself from his grip, soon found himself hanging high in his sight, eye to eye. White struck the boys face as he fell on his bottom, and the dagger clinging on the floor. Fear took his body, and the boy sprinted for his life not looking back at Victor who was holding his shoulder, bleeding in the street. As Victor looked at the silhouette of the man, fading in and out, he lost consciousness.
Through his dream state, Victor could see that there he was standing out in a field, with tall grasses that reached for the sky. The wind brushing through the field, blew through his hair, and spores of seeds flew through the sky. Attempting to open his eyes from the wind, he noticed in the distance five girls standing in the field, all wearing vibrant colors that stood like shadows out in the field. He made out the colors red, white, black, yellow, and gold. He could not make out who they were, but he felt at ease knowing that they were watching him. While he was staring at them, he looked up to see the sun high in the sky, and felt the warmth upon him. He soon realized that he could feel his body become heavy, and without any warning, fell onto the floor.
In a state of shock, he woke from his slumber, and took in his surroundings. He felt a warm fire alive near him in a large stone furnace that stretched all the way up to the ceiling of the warehouse, and various metals hung above. As he turned, he felt a sharp pain that grabbed his attention once again, and saw that there was a cloth bandage wrapped around his shoulder. Confused, he realized by having flash backs of what happened, and mustered the strength to rise from the bed that he laid in, only to hear a low bellowing voice near him. "She's fine, you don't have to worry about her." Looking around, Victor could not tell where the voice was coming from. He then got the courage to respond to the voice, "How can I be sure?" To his surprise, the dog was standing right behind him, and gently nudged him to announce her presence. She trails off to her new home in the same warehouse, where her pups were asleep. Victor then realized that out of the corner of his eye, he saw him sitting there moving the forge, the man who brought him here. The voice broke the silence one again, clearing the air of thoughts that they boy had, "I've brought you here so you can heal up and leave. Don't get too comfortable, this here is my workshop, and none are allowed other than me." With a bit of certainty, Victor retorted, "And the dogs?", with smirk on his face. The man rose from his workstation, towering high above the boy, leaning down, staring him right in the eyes, with his blue spheres. Victor stood there, staring right back into his with his green eyes. "So you think your smart to be talking to me?", he said with a stern look on his face, but Victor just simply said, "Why not? I don't see a problem with that." The man raised an eye with curiosity, "You don't find me terrifying? Most who see me only come for work to be done, and that is all. None stay to long, cause they think that I look like the king of bandits!" Victor did see the man much clearer, as he stood in the fires light. He seemed to be almost 7 feet high, and no hair on his head, other than his long brown beard that hung to his chest. His face did have scars, and he could see why most people said those things about him, but no bandit would do what he did. "Grimm are scary, but you not so much." With wide eyes, the man let out a laughter that rumbled the warehouse. Wiping a tear from his eye, he simply smiled at him, and Victor smiled back. "Whats your name boy?", he asked. "The names Victor , and yours?"As he knelled down to his level, extending his hand to him, "The names Wolfbane, and welcome to my forge." As Victor stared around the place, it hit him who this was, "Your the master smith Wolfbane? The one that makes the greatest gear in Remnant?" The man taken back by what the boy said, made him chuckle, "You don't look like no soldier to me boy, how could you possibly know that?" As Victor was telling him the stories that he heard how soldiers in Atlas would take on hoards of grimm, and that beasts cower in fear when met with his steel. The man grinned, "Aye, those be stories, but it's not about destroying grimm. It's about protecting oneself from danger." With a confused look upon his face, he pondered on the thought to be the most respected man in Remnant, to be so docile about grimm. He didn't think on it too long, for stomach strained with a low growl. Embarrassed, he grabbed his stomach in an attempt to quite it, but soon smelled the odor of food linger in the air. "Are you hungry?" Asked Wolfbane, with a smirk on his face. Victor just nodded as the man trailed off to where he once was, only to bring a tray with a bowl and piece of bread on it for the boy.
Upon setting it down, Victor could make out what he saw and smiled at the meal. Vegetables swirled with meat, in a broth so fragrant, Victor thought the man had just purchase the food from the nobles district. Taking the spoon in hand, Victor took the first sip, and soon after rushed for more of the stew to be eaten. "Calm yourself boy, there's more where that came from." But upon seeing as the boy was found almost dying in the streets, he realized that the boy was very much alone in this world. "Do you have any family Victor?" As the boy then suddenly stopped, he stared at his bowl, remembering how it has been just him all this time. "I was just another orphan that wandered the streets." Still he smiled at Wolfbane knowing this, showing that this boy had a strong will about him. "You mentioned an orphan, you did have the orphanage as your home. Why did you leave?" He noticed that the boy then was silent once again, only for a short time until he told his story. "The orphanage was a nice place to call home, but many of the nobles thought that it was a rather ugly eyesore, and decided to take it down, not caring what happened to the children." Wolfbane just stared for a moment, then he turned to his forge. But he then felt a small hand reach out to his stone clenched fist. "Don't feel bad, most of the children are safe underground, and no one can hurt them." As Wolfbane saw the boy with his sincere smile, he realized the boys current state. "So do you have a job?" Victor just stood there with a blankness on his face, wondering if he was just making fun of him. "If you don't have a home, and you don't have money for food. Why not stay and take care of this warehouse. You could even learn how to smith under me." He then felt a sudden thud on his leg, as Victor held him tightly, with small tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Stroking his beard, he simply smiled, and returned the gesture with a pat on his head.