Squareenix owns Final fantasy VII and all the characters involved in it. I do not own any of the things mentioned in both my text and FFVII, but I do own this story and all the "new" characters (i.e. Characters not seen in FFVII or other products made by Squareenix)
As far back as he could remember, every day had been the same. Get out of bed ("Honey, please be quiet, don't wake the baby"), get washed up, get dressed, get some breakfast, get out of the house get on the train, and head over to the hotel.
Then, one day, a couple of months ago, everything had changed. President Rufus had died, in what the public only knew as a "freak accident, no further details available". But he knew better. He could still remember
(OH MY GOD, THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE)
how the President's suite had looked. At first, he was scared; of course they would blame him. Then he remembered how he had placed the surveillance equipment in the suite, in case he'd ever wanted some money for himself
(it's not blackmail it's just an insurance)
and if the need should ever arise, as it suddenly had.
So, when confronted with the news, he went to the hidden room, picked up the tape, and went straight to the vice-president of Shinra; the only person who could be able to arrange a murder, and make sure the public knew nothing about it (not to mention the fact, that he was clearly visible on the tapes).
And that's how he went from a man with nothing to loose, except his management job at the President Hotel in New Midgar (and a bitch of a wife and a couple of snotty kids) to a wealthy man, with a new face, a new name and a house in Costa Del Sol.
The first thing he did after getting the money, was staging his own death. He had found a bum in the ruins of Old Midgar, had promised him money if he'd help him with something
(1000 gil if you blow me, old man)
and had knocked him unconscious with a piece of scrap metal there was lying around. Then he'd went to Junon, where he knew a plastic surgeon, who had done some alterations in the bums face. Then he'd staged an accident. And the bum
(he)
had died. He even went to the bums
(his own)
funeral, where he was very surprised to see his wife cry
(she's just faking, in order to get the insurance money; if she doesn't people'll just think it's murder.) (and it is)
But his happiness didn't last long.
It was only after a couple of weeks, sitting at the beach with a drink in his hand, sipping at it with his newly-altered mouth, he realised that he missed something. But what was it? He didn't know. After a couple of days of pondering, he realised what was wrong. That sense of power, of being alive that he'd felt while getting money and a new life from the newly inserted President Brohn, was gone again. He went out of his house, stood on the pavement and looked at the many happy people. Then he looked even closer, and he saw the real faces; the worried faces, the sad faces. And that's when he decided to do something about it. He wanted people to be happy. Really happy. He decided to become a Mercenary, just like the spikey-haired man from the myth.
He went back to New Midgar, and this is where our story starts.