Christopher's Backstory
Chris was born into the world on December 21st into a household of questionable security. It wasn't until he was four or five years old that he was diagnosed with a strange disorder involving the functionality of his nerves. It’s called Congenital Insensitivity to Pain, also referred to as CIP. Patients experiencing this disorder can still feel physical contact or touch, though are completely numb to the feeling of pain. They feel no pain from anything, infections, physical harm or other such injuries commonly go unnoticed. Chris has had this all his life and discovered at an early age that he was impervious to the sensation all those around him seemed to fear.
His parents were decent to him, and he was normal where it came to school and other such social interactions. He always staid on his lonesome, feeling like a freak or an exile. Chris's father was a drunk, and a physically abusive one at that. Chris wasn't roughed up too often, and most of the time his drunken father just threw around threats or insults without doing much of anything at all, but that didn't stop him. Chris harbored a deep-rooted hatred for his father from an early age, and learned quickly not to trust. Chris's mother tolerated his father, shockingly, and suffered many beatings because of it.
Christopher's story, however, isn't a tragic one. At the young age of eight, Chris ran away from home on Christmas Eve once everyone was asleep. You may think that's rather tragic, but for Chris this was a whole new chapter of his life just waiting to unfold. He made a break for it late in the night when no one would happen to see him, and once he was gone he was gone for good. Nobody ever did find him, in fact the little one hid well enough that his hiding places commonly went completely unexpected. He picked up a great deal of resourcefulness and craftiness from being on the run, and for a long time he was dodging in and out of towns for fear the authorities would locate him and attempt to return him home.
After one year of running, Christopher's adrenaline rush finally subsided. It was obvious nobody was going to find him, and now with a boundless future before him, Chris was more than optimistic for the future. He picked a nice, forgotten building to take up residence in, and went to work fixing the place up a bit where he was able. Chris was much more capable than most children his age, so fixing up most things was relatively simple.
The place of course had no running water, heat or AC but to Chris anything was better than his home before, which was all but a faded memory now. He made himself comfortable and scavenged around a bit to get some more blankets and such for himself, not to mention food. Living independently was hard on the kid, but he grew adapted rather quickly as he'd been running so long that the hard life he lived was one he was used to.
After settling down, he began to sneak off to public school whenever he was able. Taking help from those who offered it, he gained his footing again, though slowly and not without tripping up a couple of times. He lived like this for a year or two before one fateful Christmas night.
Of course, he lived up in the North Pole as he was born there. However, upon running from the more civilized arctic community, he'd run until he escaped to Santa's Village, the town home to Santa's workshop. Chris didn't believe it at first, but awe-inspired he'd been driven to venture there. As specified above he took up residence in an abandoned house and cared for himself fairly well.
One night, however, something different happened.
Chris noticed two talking plumerians, one large and draconic and the other a pleading plume he recognized as Rudolph. They were talking about Santa falling ill and needing to save Christmas. He piped up, offering to steer the sleigh, and ended up saving Christmas with their help! Ever since that day he was adopted in as Santa's helper and given a warm, comfortable place to live. However, his love of traveling never truly left him.
Today Chris spends his free time roaming around the world and exploring, going new places and experiencing the finer things in life he was always denied in his youth.
Chris was born into the world on December 21st into a household of questionable security. It wasn't until he was four or five years old that he was diagnosed with a strange disorder involving the functionality of his nerves. It’s called Congenital Insensitivity to Pain, also referred to as CIP. Patients experiencing this disorder can still feel physical contact or touch, though are completely numb to the feeling of pain. They feel no pain from anything, infections, physical harm or other such injuries commonly go unnoticed. Chris has had this all his life and discovered at an early age that he was impervious to the sensation all those around him seemed to fear.
His parents were decent to him, and he was normal where it came to school and other such social interactions. He always staid on his lonesome, feeling like a freak or an exile. Chris's father was a drunk, and a physically abusive one at that. Chris wasn't roughed up too often, and most of the time his drunken father just threw around threats or insults without doing much of anything at all, but that didn't stop him. Chris harbored a deep-rooted hatred for his father from an early age, and learned quickly not to trust. Chris's mother tolerated his father, shockingly, and suffered many beatings because of it.
Christopher's story, however, isn't a tragic one. At the young age of eight, Chris ran away from home on Christmas Eve once everyone was asleep. You may think that's rather tragic, but for Chris this was a whole new chapter of his life just waiting to unfold. He made a break for it late in the night when no one would happen to see him, and once he was gone he was gone for good. Nobody ever did find him, in fact the little one hid well enough that his hiding places commonly went completely unexpected. He picked up a great deal of resourcefulness and craftiness from being on the run, and for a long time he was dodging in and out of towns for fear the authorities would locate him and attempt to return him home.
After one year of running, Christopher's adrenaline rush finally subsided. It was obvious nobody was going to find him, and now with a boundless future before him, Chris was more than optimistic for the future. He picked a nice, forgotten building to take up residence in, and went to work fixing the place up a bit where he was able. Chris was much more capable than most children his age, so fixing up most things was relatively simple.
The place of course had no running water, heat or AC but to Chris anything was better than his home before, which was all but a faded memory now. He made himself comfortable and scavenged around a bit to get some more blankets and such for himself, not to mention food. Living independently was hard on the kid, but he grew adapted rather quickly as he'd been running so long that the hard life he lived was one he was used to.
After settling down, he began to sneak off to public school whenever he was able. Taking help from those who offered it, he gained his footing again, though slowly and not without tripping up a couple of times. He lived like this for a year or two before one fateful Christmas night.
Of course, he lived up in the North Pole as he was born there. However, upon running from the more civilized arctic community, he'd run until he escaped to Santa's Village, the town home to Santa's workshop. Chris didn't believe it at first, but awe-inspired he'd been driven to venture there. As specified above he took up residence in an abandoned house and cared for himself fairly well.
One night, however, something different happened.
Chris noticed two talking plumerians, one large and draconic and the other a pleading plume he recognized as Rudolph. They were talking about Santa falling ill and needing to save Christmas. He piped up, offering to steer the sleigh, and ended up saving Christmas with their help! Ever since that day he was adopted in as Santa's helper and given a warm, comfortable place to live. However, his love of traveling never truly left him.
Today Chris spends his free time roaming around the world and exploring, going new places and experiencing the finer things in life he was always denied in his youth.
