[NoLongerOnCS]

The night was dark and the edge of the town was silent with the night. Atop the buildings, Fletcher stood on shift at his job, watching below and waiting for the criminal his group was pursuing to go by his route. Just as he had began to think someone may have already caught them the sounds of foot steps and liquid splashing on cement caught his attention right before his pager began to vibrate in a pattern, alarming him that the enemy was near. He narrowed his eyes flipping down his night vision to observe the man, he happened to be running, pouring gasoline all down the ruins.
It was now urgent, Fletcher needed to stop him as soon as he possibly could ,but gunshot was not an option at the moment. He looked through his tools, and picked a metallic sphere that fit in his hand, pressing the button in the middle. The sphere began to unfold and grind as Fletcher rose to his feet, and it formed into nothing more than a small dagger. He put it in his Utility belt, and ran from building to building using his hook to take him from place to place. He gained on the man, as he headed for the woods at the edge of the ruins, but he wasn't going fast enough. He sped up his pace, completely unaware that he himself was also being followed.
The clearing grew nearer and nearer as he ran across the long rooftop, only spotting one more roof to use. He figured he would use it to his advantage, and from atop the five story building he launched himself, to make the best of the space. Going to shoot his hook to grab the building, it refused to shoot and instead simply unwound, missing anything near the building, and instead found himself falling, hurdling towards the ground from five stories above. There was little time for thinking, but what he did no was that there was a shallow chance of survival. He twisted is body with the intentions of avoiding landing anywhere on his feet. He knew no mater how he landed, even if he rolled, his legs would break, and his bones might even shatter. He went to re-position himself, but before he knew it it was too late.

___
Too Graphic for CS
__

To his rescue, his pursuer rushed to his aid. Performing CPR, and alerting the police, Rocket did her best to keep him alive, but his heart had already stopped. It didnt take long for the ambulances to arrive and they immediately went to work. As the Police questioned Rocket, murmurs were heard from the ambulance, voices saying he was gone, counting, more time, and as the short time stretched on "One more time, 3, 2, 1!" A jolt. At first disappointment but only a few seconds later a weak heartbeat formed on the monitor, and Fletcher was revived.

After many hours of surgery and work he was released into a visitor room. His files could not be found on record, and no one could discover who this man was. No one showed up to see him, and no one recognized him from the area. As Rocket waited in his room he awoke, only to learn he had become blind in his right eye, and that he did not remember anything from his past. His life, his family, his name, HE was unknown.

He spennt quite a while in recovery, and met a couple people while he was there. During his stay he earned a new name. Ignis Kharos.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

So yes, He has lost ties with everything he was. His personality. His friends. His family. As for from home he is, chances are he wont find his way back. Looking for friends, and such other relationships. He is much more friendly now, and no longer mopes about his daddy issues. Name change approved by Peacu