Hey. Name's Mello. Well, that's the name I was given when I came to Whammy's, and orphanage for really smart kids. Before that, my name was Mihael Keehl. I'm German, and grew up in Köln, Northrhine-Westfalia. It's a big city, so I was never really bored as a kid. Always some shit to mess with if you were bored.
I lived with my mom and dad, but dad was an alchie and mom was just fat and lazy. Nothing all that special about me either, cuz I was just some kid down the block for most people. Neither of my parents really cared much about anything, so I was mostly on my own then, too. I ended up getting food from the neighbors, cuz they knew how irresponsible my parents were.
They were nice, the Abendroths'. Never knew the old lady's name, cuz she always had me call her "Tante" (In English, aunt). In '93, I was 4 then, the Abendroths' were driving home from their monthly date, since Tante thought that married couples should still go on dates, and as the car turned on, it blew up.
Apparently, dad found out about my going over there when he came out of his drunken stupor, for once. Actually, knowing him he probably just wanted the room next to the house. The police ended up coming over and finding the evidence immediately. The dumbass that I called a father still had the leftover metal and gunpowder stored in the garage.
So, they arrested the dumbass that was it, no? Well, the police thought that my mom was an unfit parent, which she was, so I was taken to a foster home.
Those never lasted long. The first one I was out of in two months, cuz they thought that I was just pissed from what happened. Which I was. And I still am pissed about that, I just don't think about that kinda shit much, but anyways, I was determined to get kicked out of these hellholes. All seventeen of them. And I got out of all of them, cuz I'm just that much of an asshole, even then.
On the last one, I got an interest for bombs. I was thinking about how easily the Abendroths' died. My thinking: If a dumbass alchie can do it that well, how kickass could I be at it?
So, I tinkered around for a bit with explosives. I made a small bomb, about as small as a firecracker, and I set it off in the backyard, attracting the local police to see what was going on. They didn't think that I could have made the bombs in the garage, so I had to 'explain' how I did it.
Bad move on my part.
I was labeled unfit for adoption, and a danger to society after that, and was placed in Juvenile Hall. It wasn't fun there, and a bunch of the inmates gravitated towards me, so I decided that we would plan an escape.
Everything was done, all of the plans set out in the next few months, but before that came to pass a representative for Whammy's came to see me. The lady said that if I let her take me to the orphanage, that I would be able to do all of the research that I wanted, and get smarter than anyone I had ever known.
So I went. It was that simple. I wanted to go, so I went. Of course, I had to take a couple tests, but they were easy. From then on, I strived to be bet, and got pissed off whenever I came even second.
Only, that only started when Near got his albino-ass to Whammy's. Not fun. So, I resent him. A lot. I resent him so much that I hate him. And that's all there is. No questions? Good.
