Kestal grew up in the States, or more directly the state of Wisconsin. His home was a rather run-down orphanage with too many kids and not enough caring adults, though he never let it truly dampen his spirit all the way. Why should he? He knew, somewhere out there, he had a place that was his to find. And by the age of ten, well the boy was out to find it. With only a butterfly knife he stole and the clothes on his back Kestal hit the streets running and not once looked back towards the life he lived for all those years.
He didn't get far before he realized how hard life would be on the streets. Not a week later he was picking pockets (or attempting to) and stealing to survive, often times ending in him earning a few bruises and cuts from trying to escape the local shop owners who caught him in the act. Still he was oddly happy living that hard but free life, living for the moment and without the constant bickering of old ladies and grumpy men trying to decide everything in life for him.
A month in he would meet the Misfits, a local 'kid gang' ran by the local dojo owner's daughter; Nikana 'Oni' Diri. Their first meeting would be anything but kind, ending in the boy learning not to try and pick a fight with a girl, just because she was a girl. No, he would quickly learn respect for women from this younger girl, as well as earn a spot in the gang and his own title: Apollyon, or Lyon. How, though, would such a small boy be known as a 'Demon King' among a street gang? He was the only kid who had no problem (even after being beaten up) standing up to Nikana the Oni, the only kid who would run with her and spar her in her dojo time after time.
Because of his close tie with Nik (Nikana) he would spend a lot of time at the dojo, from bathing to fixing his clothes, or sparring with other students and learning how to fight. Thus, while small compared to a lot of kids his age it came to no surprise when he quickly earned 'street cred' as someone you didn't want to fight, more so if his Oni was at his back. While not as strong as the older kids or adults, he knew how to at least defend himself pretty well, favoring defense over offense.
Three years of the gang life, three years of making his own little family out of other orphaned or run-away kids, he would come into contact with the person who would change his life forever; Nova, his cousin, and to his knowledge the only blood family he had. Nova would take him in and to the place she seemed to call home; Hathian. He wasn't, at first, too fond of the city, not favoring the fact he was the underdog on the block once more, and had no one to watch his back. Still, as time progresses he hopes to make more friends and earn his own place in the world. Or, at the very least, make sure to gain enough respect among kids his age as not to have to fight all the time.

OOC Notes:

Well, it isn't much and some details are lacking, but since I'm just starting to come alive on the forums, I figure it'll be enough of his back story to help build proper future RP. Hopefully it isn't written too poorly, as it was done on short noticed based on what I remember of his original outline.

Hope to continue to meet other great Rpers, and have fun within the Crack Den! 😛