MotherOC-Victor

It was another day in Fourside. A brisk wind cut across the town sending chills down the backs of the passerby people, on their way to work or to shop 'till they drop' as it was said. Except for one youth who stood on a street corner. He was dressed oddly...with a black vest over a gray shirt and a pair of gray pants, he may have been dressed formerly...if not for the purple bandanna around his head and the purple handkerchief around his neck. A pair of sunglasses glimmered as he smiles, revealing a toothpick protruding from his mouth. This youth, around nineteen years old now, was gifted with PSI. His name was simple: Victor Alto. "Welcome