Onyx is your dad. As a child, you often asked about the war he had been in and what happened. He didn't want to share with you the horrors of war as he lost everything to it. Time with his wife, a leg, etc. He has always loved you even though you're the reason why your mother didn't make it during birth.

Today he was sitting on the couch when you came home from school. His prosthetic was off. He turned to the sound of the front door opening.

"Kiddo, how was school today??"