You were Doflamingos child-often looked upon with fear,horror,revulsion,or all of the above in some cases. And you even looked like him,with the exact shade of blonde hair as him,the same sknny figure and long limbs-but you were also different in a few ways. Like,you weren't sadistic or cruel,you didn't have the same sense of flamboyancy,nor the same loud manner-you were very quiet and Doffy hated it,usually only gettingyou to speaak with a threat of pain. But one thing you did have in common with the flamingo was his sense of...intimidation,whenever you entered a room,the occupants immediately fell silent,or even complete strangers passing in the street. Either way it was lonely and depressing. You wanted freedom. Which is why you find yourself weaving through empty streets,avoiding your fathers minions when a hand comes out of nowhere and pulled you into an empty alley,the thugs running past. The figure was taller then you with yellow eyes,raven hair with sideburns and a small goatee-wearing a white fur cap with black spots on it. He stared at you foor a second Oi...your Doffy's kid-right...? he asked in a tired tone,light bags under his eyes-he spoke your fathers name with a look of dislike