Orre born, Kasper Foxwood was revealed to be a bouncing baby boy in an Pyrite hospital to his mother without his father's presence. He was taken home to a mediocre living in an apartment where he would grow up with an older brother. His parents were married, but the love that had once blossomed had been worn away over time. They argued openly in front of him throughout his childhood. Every now and then he and his brother were brought into the argument in order to settle a dispute that was often about them. He often sided with his mother whether she was in the right or wrong. He was still a child, he did not understand much of what was going on so he blindly supported the one who spent the most time with him.
His father often left the apartment for great periods of time after these arguments, which left him with more time to his mother. The two enjoyed their alone time together. His mother had been patient with him and helped him learn the alphabet, math, all kinds of things that would help for school. He had earned the favor of his mother, but that quickly led him to believe he could get away with anything. He began to grow mischievous and get himself in trouble, whether it was getting that last cookie from atop the fridge to hiding various household items. He would get caught again and again, but he found himself more amused than guilty about his antics. His parents became sick of it and began to punish the child for what he did. His misbehavior decreased.
Eventually, his parents decided to get a divorce. Kasper and his brother were to stay with his mother and his father had left for good. The divorce seemed to have a much larger impact on his mother than what he would have thought. She began to discipline her children in a much harsher manner. These punishments were inhumane and often involved causing physical pain to them that would leave marks and bruises. He ceased his misbehavior entirely out of fear, but she would find fault in every little thing the two siblings did. The two brothers never really did have opportunities to bond or strengthen their relationship, so it was all too easy for his brother to pin the blame for their actions onto Kasper. Kasper would then be the one punished for what happened. In order to fight back against the deflection of punishment, he began to hone a skill that he would utilize for the rest of his life:
He didn't do it. It must have been the wind. He was in his room when that happened. He had no idea how that happened! His mother believed his lies most of the time, but he made sure to never deflect the punishment back at his sibling. They were all just trying to survive is all.
His troublesome habits extended into his school life once he had started it. In classes, he began to blame stuff on others. He would provoke other kids to get them in trouble and color himself the victim in front of the teachers. He learned to keep his victims to a select few. If he lied to everyone, then everyone would know he was a liar. He needed to lie about lying after all otherwise, nobody would believe him. As he grew through elementary he learned that he could paint himself in a better light to others. He was the good boy while the others simply bullied him. Eventually, he found he could not stop lying. Whenever someone asked him a question, he would respond with a lie.
His mother was a cardiologist. He hated apple juice. He had a pet poochyena named Pooch. Pooch died. You can't come over, his house was being fumigated. He heard Sally's mom was a part of the guild.
Pointless little lies that meant nothing to him and held no physical evidence, but he told them anyway. He kept them grounded to reality, things that were just outrageous enough to catch attention, but not enough to be entirely unbelievable.
This routine continued and he felt detached from his classmates. He held no sense of loyalty to them and felt nothing when bad things happened to them. He kept away from his sibling during this time, unsure of whether they would back him up. When he reached high school, something changed.
His mother fell ill. It was not out of the blue, in fact it had been a miracle she had lasted so long without going to a doctor. They got word that it was an incurable illness. Kasper...wasn't too happy about this. She was told that while there was no cure, there was only therapy to slow the process and make her last moments comfortable. This sparked a drive in him. Even though she abused him and his sibling greatly, he was desperate to cling to that one person that showed him what he believed to be genuine affection at one point in his life. He wanted to learn as much about medical science as he could, so he began to hit the books. Anyone that asked him why he suddenly took such an interest in the field would simply be told that he was bored.
For several years he continued his independent study while his mother's condition deteriorated. He clung to a desperate hope that he could somehow come up with some miraculous breakthrough to save her, then she would love him again. It would be just like when he was a child! He would have needed a miracle to do so with how complex the human body was, but the fantasies he made others believe so easily had affected him in a way where he convinced himself that he could do it. Reality crept upon him slowly but surely. He was not going to find a way. He was too young and inexperienced to take advanced medical classes. He did not have the knowledge of a common doctor and yet he wanted to solve something scientists could not have done for decades. It was a failure waiting to happen...but he had an idea. People didn't make progress because they allowed their morals to get in the way-human testing. The illegality of it was too much to risk and the condition of Pyrite was not the appropriate place. Not only that, but he needed someone with a medical knowledge. His attention turned to finding someone of that nature rather than becoming someone like that himself.
To his fortune, he found someone. Mikael Rackham, a man of medicine who was accused of using human test subjects. Kasper locked onto his target and pursued. His quest led him to the guild, but it was not something he could just join out of nowhere. So, he picked out a different target. It was not easy, but he managed to worm his way into their lives with the use of someone else's identity and get them to let him in. There, he was finally allowed to meet Mikael Rackham and become his apprentice.
He had an entirely different identity for the guild. There, he was 22 years of age with the name Keito Berikman. However, his mother's condition seemed to be working away at her. She was bedridden in a hospital after a blackout in the middle of driving. It was inevitable that she would soon be leaving this world. He received news of this....so what did Kasper do?
He stopped caring.
He began to lean towards Keito's life more. Kasper suddenly disappeared in the world of those who knew him in his normal life. His care for upholding the lie that was Keito also disappeared as his drive to study medicine vanished. Nobody really knows his true background or even his true name in the guild.
He was stuck, there was no way out of the guild that he knew of. It was irritating to be stuck with them now, but so long as he kept on his toes he figured he'd be alright. Besides, he was a medic. Not a field agent. If things got bad, then he could just lie.