With no clue where he was born or who he came to family with, his earliest memory is that of meeting his little sister. The day he was adopted by a white haired warrior and her husband, the drunk. Things were fine for so long. Years being just fine. That was, until father drunk himself into a fight - a fight he couldn't win, dying in the street as a no name, and never returning home. That's when sister stopped talking. That's when mother started drinking. Started beating her kids by the time she was half-sober and demanding Amouhr go get her another drink. Another bottle. Another damn mug of p