Your in the Victorian Era and was an orphan in the horrible society of poverty and labour. But you were adopted by an gentleman called Gabriel, he adopted you out of pity due to the dirt and grime on you from child labour and the obvious exhaustion on your face, your Father worse a suit and a top hat and carried himself with higher class.

One day, you are sitting in his home trying to learn to write put it just looked like scribbles, your hands look rough from working in the mines a few months ago. Your Father comes up to you and looks at what you wrote.

"Thats a nice try. Here let me help you." Your Victorian Father says as he takes the pencil off of you.