Aeo was orphaned at a small age. Deemed by his parents that he was just to.... odd. Aeo has been an incredibly fast learner and his parents wanted someone more controllable. They kept him until his puppy years, and then started to Treat him like he was nothing. They didn't like the fact that he trusted everyone that he came upon, and refused to change his image. It ended up begining a whole new era of his life. Where his parents were always Angry at him, beating him for everything, telling him he was nothing, that he didn't belong. And Aeo being trusting, started to believe them and every word that they said to him. They began with the method of beatings. Starting off with a few pats on his rump, to slapping him across the face whenever he did something wrong. Aeo believed that he was a bad boy and did not belong in this world at all.
Then his parents moved from slapping and beatings to completely trying to starve Aeo to death. It came to be a time or fear for aeolus. He thought at first that he was a bad boy, but now everything was becoming much different. He realized then that his parents meant those beatings and methods to submit him. But before he could ever escape, they pulled him down into their grasp again, making him believe that he needed to eat less and less if he were going to be a good boy. And thus the starvation method was brought to life. His parents got away with it for a year before he ever though of leaving his home. His body was so used to it, that he could never eat more than the limits his parents he given him. Which is not much. It effects him now and it will until he can develop a way to change it. He was so skinny that you could count most to all of his ribs.
If he ever ate more than allowed, he would throw up all of it. And not eat anything. And if he ate less, he still felt like he was hungry. His parents never gave a care over what his body did. They just kept telling him that he was being a good boy if he ate less. They barely let him get outside to enjoythe sun, he was always sick, he barely ate, drank and slept, and he was still alive. It wasn't until the day his mother stabbed aeolus that he ran. His mother was angry at him for eating too much food. She had grabbed a knife, meaning to show him what would happen if he did it again, but she slipped and the knife plunged into his belly. Or, well, more like sliced. Either way, it was still deep. They took aeolus to the hospital and had him stitched up. WAfter that, he's always had that scar on his belly. Aeouls has been very sickly. He's always getting sick, and is always being pumped full of drugs and fluids to keep him alive.
Eventually, he got himself out of his home and was left to tend for himself. He had an education, up until he dropped out, and took off. He found an old shack to live in and lived there for a few years, he worked small jobs as made enough Money to move to his aunts place. She took good care of him, until she died and he was old enough to pay for the house that she let him enherit. And everything she had. Although her departure was saddening for him, and lead him to developing chronic depression, he still continued on. Once he could live peacefully, without his parents making a mess of things, he began to get friends. One of which was Crusher. He was his first and only friend who understood him enough to be his best friend, only friend, and comfort buddy. Although Aeo has known him for a while, being sick often he doesn't see him a lot, but doesn't miss a beat in trying to locate his pal.
He had developed the blood disorder where any small cut, he could inevitebly bleed out. So he has watched what he can prick himself on. He has a sleep rythem disorder where he sleeps poorly, and thus is always sick when it happens. His sleep pattern is not normal. And he rarely ever gets 6 hours a sleep on a normal day. Aeolus has developed a small PTSD disorder in which he starts freaking out about knives. One would call it stress or a fear, but its severe enough to where his flash backs and memories send him into a whole world full of pain and hurt and fear. it takes hours to calm him down enough to talk, let alone stop him from hurting himself. Because of his behavior, he does see a phsycologist and therapist for therapy and counceling. But aeolus has a fear to leave the house because of his probability to get hurt, and his flashbacks.
When he does get enough courage to step out of the house and go to his therapist, he ends up bringing a back-pack with a first aid kit, and his medicines in it. Followed by some different reports and files that he believes he needs just encase an emergency rolls around. He visits them often, and still is in recovery for all his problems.
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