You were a Sailor in the Creme Republic, you sailed the seas, protecting the Republic from any threats. You became the Republic's youngest Elder, and one of the most Important, but you're past wasn't that pretty, you had lived on the streets almost you're whole childhood until you got taken in by a Sailor and their crew, and it saved your life.

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You were Walking around the Republic one day. You're boots were clicking against the marble stone path of the Creme Republic's main street, there were so many cookies walking around, Rich cookies, walking around with they're fancy clothes, Ugh, The Republic, always drenched in politics and honeyed words with Fancy Clothes to defend themselves.

You looked around trying to find you're way back to the Ship, and then something caught you're eye, a Kid, Could be no older than seven. He was Dirty, and his clothes looked like they've been through a war with a Dust Storm and Hungry Eels, god. This kid was also pretty slim they were sitting near the entrance of the Alleyway begging for even a couple coins as Cookies just walked past them.

|| Caviar Cookie ||: "Spare Change? Spare Change, please?"

The Kid was obviously struggling with money and food, and everything in they're life, they were very dirty, and looked like they haven't eaten in days, they only had a couple coins in a little jar, and that wouldn't even get him half a slice of bread.

The kid sighed heavily, since they figured out everyone was ignoring him, for some reason, the kid reminded you of yourself.