He was nineteen when it happened, the best day of his life. An alien pod had crashed in front of his little shack of a home, and he had run outside with his axe, not giving a damn for the world. He met her, the love of his life, Kroalia. For a year, they were happy, even having a little boy, Keith.
But then she had to leave.
He raised his son for six years, never telling him about who his mother actually was, but he did give the blade to him. Secretly, he would guard the Blue Lion, checking in on the grand robot. He'd even been inside a few times, but he never flew her. He could never be tempted.
Keith was amazing. His little boy resembled his mother, even though he looked more human. He had milky skin, with high cheekbones and a narrow jaw. His hair was black, dark like his mother, and his eyes were the same shape as hers, but he had purple-grey eyes. It was more grey, so it wasn't noticeable.
Kenneth was happy, he truly was. His son wasn't different from the other kids, and had even managed to snag a friendship with a kid years older than him. Keith was a little speed ball of joy. He was amazing at learning, and he was also so giggly. On the other hand, Kenneth was always put out from everyone else.
Kenneth Ethan Kogane was always different. He acted just like the other kids when he was little, but even as an adult, he was shunned away because of one thing.
His eyes.
He was born with a disorder. It didn't effect him in any way, just made his childhood less, much less, favorably.
Kenneth Kogane was the weird kid on the block, the one who was weird, even though he was the star player on the baseball team, an ace driver, and a straight A student. Even the teachers were put off by him, never calling on him, never looking at him, never giving him detention. He was invisible.
His eyes were normal when he was born, a nice brown. But then it started to change. In light brighter than the level to comfortably read, his eyes would turn purple, becoming more prominent with how bright the light was. If the light levels became darker, his eyes would become brighter, turning a lighter, lighter shade of brown until they were gold or yellow.
Studies were done, of course. So many, he could tell you everything you needed to know about different light levels. Over time, he could control the color, leaving them with only a minuscule range of change.
Kroalia loved his eyes, of course. She loved to watch them, and would trace his face and would bite his lower lip as she'd trace the scar on his eyebrow.
Oh, yes. His scar. His parents gave him that.
He had a younger brother, but kelt his distance, so that he wouldn't think of him as a freak. One day, he saw them change while they were crossing a road and...
He didn't have a brother anymore.
His parents had been happy with the money given to them for having him rented out to laboratories across the globe. Some of the scientists did treat him as a son, buying him toys and taking him out. But in the end, he was just a specimen.
His parents became abusive after his brother died. Belts would whistle through the air, his bed would be stained with his own blood. He'd cry himself to sleep each night, starving.
One day, his mother snapped. It was at a local Fry's grocery store. They were in the kitchen isle, and she snapped. She'd screamed and grabbed a knife from the isle. She'd tore off the covering and attacked him, to gouge his eye out. The customers had screamed, and his eye was soared, but he carried a bine deep scar above his eye for the rest of his life.
He was ten.
Sixteen years later, he was kidnapped by the Gahlra. Someone had escaped those six years ago, and reported about him. They had forgotten about Kroalia. They threatened him with the threat of killing Keith, so he went. They had videos of Kenneth, videos, pictures, and reports. School report cards, job applications, pictures and videos from forgotten moments. A security feed from that grocery store of his mother branding him a freak with her stolen knife. Then they tortured him with something else.
A fake body, gravestone, Keith crying all alone at his grave as his best friend was comforting him, that friend, Takashi, his name was, dragged away screaming by his adopted parents because he couldn't be friends with the son of a freak.
So here he was, his aging process slowed, eighteen years after he met Kroalia, dressed in all black, no emotion in his veins as he stands in front of his eighteen year old son who was dressed in red and white armor.