All rights to Takara Phoenix, she made this character.

Here I find myself, ten years after leaving camp, living alone in an apartment. Jumping jobs and barely keeping myself going. Being able to do nothing but regret everything that I ever did in life. I screwed over so many innocent people because I felt screwed over. And see where that led me. My name is Leroy Jones, and this is the story of what happened to me.

After I found myself without the ability to have children, I flipped around my perspective on life. Started being quieter, and leaving others well enough alone. After a while I was able to admit that I needed help and seeked out a counselor. I have bipolar disorder apparently. Not that huge a surprise, when I look back on the way I acted as a misled teenager. I'm on meds now. Not proud of it, but at least I'm getting better. The only problem now is getting a job. I've tried multiple mechanics shops but it keeps falling through. I heard of a little store that specializes in tires, and I've been considering trying to get in there, but I'm not sure it'll pay very well. Oh well, better this than nothing.

A half week later I'm waiting outside this place while it drizzles miserably. I'm tapping my foot on the ground nervously, about to go in, when something catches my eye.

There's a girl, around my age-ish, sitting on the ground crying. She's soaked, indicating that she must've been there a while, and everyone had just ignored her. I walk over and sit beside her in the slowly forming puddle. "Hey," I tell her.

She sniffles a bit and then looks up at me. "H-hello," she stutters through chattering teeth.

"Normally I wouldn't talk to a stranger on a sidewalk, but you seem cold, wet, and depressed. What's wrong?" That's true. I've become fairly antisocial.

"My mother, she was just… diagnosed with cancer." The woman sobs out. How horribly depressed would you have to be to talk to a stranger like this?

"That's rough. Here, let me take you somewhere warm and you can tell me the whole story."

My story isn't a long one, and I won't spare you the boring details, but another ten years from now I'm married to this woman, and we've adopted a child. I'm happy, for the first time in a very, very long time.

I hate hating characters, so this was me making this character have a decent personality once he learned his lesson.