So to start off this story, I guess you would need to know a few things. I would say that my life is a shitty one right off the bat for a few reasons, but it gets a little better. My story is kind of a long one. So let's get started, shall we?

My name is Vyncent Akumu Moon. I'm a twenty-six-year-old male born in Kyoto, Japan and raised in a small town in the state of South Carolina. I stand at about six foot eleven inches or about two hundred eleven centimeters. I weigh one hundred seventy-six pounds which is equal to eighty kilograms. I tend to wear clothes with the colors black and red. My standard set of clothes are my black leather jacket with torn off sleeves and a crescent moon emblem, a dark red t-shirt, black jeans, black and red shoes, a pair of fingerless leather gloves, and black bandage-like wraps on my left arm. I have long spiky hair that runs to the middle of my back and slightly covers the left side of my face. The color of my hair is jet black but is a bit unnatural as it is accented with dark crimson on the tips of my hair. I wear a pair of crescent moon earrings as well. The last feature that to me is the reason that some people fear and ridicule me which is that I have deep blood red eyes and my pupils are slightly like a cat. For this reason, I have been called a demon, vampire, unholy beast, etc.

I found luck with two friends of mine named Mike and Evan Thornburg. They were twin brothers who had come from a rich family but wanted to start from scratch to earn money the hard way themselves. Mike is a fun guy and a bit of a heavy drunk. He's an engineer and an extrovert who has traveled nearly all of the world. He currently owns his own construction company and manufactures his own steel. His brother, Evan, on the other hand, is a genius and an introvert. He is a doctor with an IQ of two hundred and fifty and has a wide branch of pharmacies with his name on it, plus he's a bit of a chill person when you get to know him.

The next set of important people in my life would be my family. I have a father, grandmother, an older brother and sister, and a younger sister. Starting with my least favorite family member is my dad, Ricardo. He is my least favorite because he was never here for me during the times when he should have been there for me. He stands at an even seven feet or two hundred thirteen centimeters. He is forty years old and works as a business owner at a five-star restaurant in New York. The next member is my older sister Khloe. She is thirty-seven years old and is a big-time supermodel. I don't like her because of her narcissistic views on beauty and stands at six foot two inches or one hundred eighty-eight centimeters. Next up is my older brother Will who stands at six foot eight inches or two hundred three centimeters and is thirty-five years old. He is a quiet person and a famous painter with a net worth of twelve million dollars and he's a great drinking partner when you need to vent and complain about certain things. My grandmother Felicia is a great woman who is in her seventies, but oddly if not creepily looks like she's in her thirties. She stands at five foot eleven and three-quarter inches or one hundred eighty-two centimeters. She runs a dojo in the city and teaches a variety of martial arts and weapon training. Finally, there is my little sister Maria who is twenty years old and stands at six foot five inches or one hundred ninety-six centimeters. She is my favorite in my family because she was like a mother to me growing up and right now she's gone due to an incurable illness.

The one member of my family I never talk about is my mother. That's mostly because I never knew her growing up. She disappeared when I was five years old and said that we would meet one night later on. Because of her not being here while I grew up I got into a lot of fights and brutally beat my opponents. This later lead to my career as an MMA fighter with a win-loss record of one hundred fifty wins and zero losses. I trained intensely with my grandmother during my fighting days. I later got married to my wife Alissa. A beautiful woman who stood at six foot ten inches or two hundred eight centimeters. Everything was going great until she was murdered right in front of me while she was pregnant with our daughter. I was so heartbroken that I had almost committed suicide if it wasn't for my grandmother stopping me. I grieved for about ten months before I was ready to move on in life.

It was later that night after I visited my wife grave that everything would soon change. I returned home and began to cook something to eat before I head to my favorite tree in the forest. After eating, I grab a bottle of sake and head to the forest. I rested my back on my favorite tree and began to drink. After a couple of drinks, I look to the sky and see a shooting star. I silently wished to finally see my mother and after that, the world went white.

Author's Note

This is my first story. I wanted to make something and see how far I can go. I give credit to Alejin who made the cover art for the story and a shoutout to Shadicbro Brony for his story Equestrian Human Spirit which became the inspiration for my want to write stories. Please check out these two awesome people.