There was once a Young handsome and rich bachelor who traveled the world. Thought these travels he found ten orphaned children from different nations each unique in there own way. Some of them were blood related, some were not but they soon grew into a family loving and trusting one another but none more was loved than the man who had found.
Nine months later the man returned from his latest travels and summoned the children to his side. Once the staff members left he struck out hitting the oldest of the children the boy a twelve year albino from eastern Germany fell to the ground he stood silently blinking back tears. Than man stood pulling out a whip and started to beat the child. The others ran to the door crying out for help but no one came, the doors only rattled locked from the outside.
The next morning the children awoke their body's ached with bruises and deep cuts; large burns rested on each of the children's shoulders the map of a nation. Soon that nation became their identity and their true name vanished into nothing but a memory.
Three maids walked into the room giving each of the children a white gown and gently cleaned the wounds that the man had left quickly as they had came leaving only small bowls of food.
For one year the children had to endure day after day of torture and long nights with nothing but fear if the man would return while they slept. But soon the man stopped coming and their wounds became scars, yet all hope died when he returned but this time his beating was worse than any other the children had suffered, one by one the children collapsed from the pain and suffering and the man left silently,
That night one of the maids left the latch of the dumbwaiter open so it could be accessed and the children listened to abnormally loud gossip outside the door about the man had left for the night. When all was quiet the children made their escape into the city streets barefooted and dressed only in white gowns they fled through the cold morning mist like silent shadows. The mans voice followed them through the darkness
Not one noticed only nine had fled, back inside the mansion two purple eyes watched silently from behind silver hair. Deep inside the children fear still ran deep as the man words echoed in their ears "see those marks upon your shoulder? That is my mark. A mark that you can never hide or run from, for as long as you carry them I will find you"