Minions' Backgrounds

Xever / Fishface

Xever grew up in Brazil, off the borders of Argentina, passing through the streets and stealing to make a living. He learned English during Middle School and was usually cursing aloud once he got the hang of it. Of course he learned Spanish too since Argentina was a Spanish-speaking country.

But as he grew up, his stealing grew worse, along with his reputation, except to a few certain beings who were glad to have his service. However, one day, his luck ran out. We all believe that because the person who hired him for the job didn't believe he would keep his word so he called the police on him.

Years later, Shredder found him rotting in a jail cell. I remember him leaving for nearly two and a half years. He told me later that he was doing research on him to see if he was right to join the FootClan. So Xever joined, but Shredder kept him in New York with Bradford to keep an eye on the FootClan there, although he did visit occasionally.

I remember one night when I was young. I had finished training with Shredder with Ninjitsu and was beaten. My ego was broken that day and Shredder had growled at me, "Your confidence is strong. You need it. But the over confidence needs to leave."

So I went to my room to pout. Xever was visiting during this time and I looked at him as I went to my room. He was only two feet taller than me, but he was skinnier and more lanky than me, which gave me an advantage over him. As I walked past, he tried to put a foot out to trip me while casually leaning against the door frame to watch me walk by. I had jumped over it and kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over and cursed something in Spanish.

"You know not to mess with me," I had snapped. "I'm more trained than a street rat like you."

"And as I have said over again," Xever hissed, straitening up and glaring at me. "I am not Aladdin. Nor are you the police."

"If I was, you'd be running," I retorted. "You're nothing but a thief."

"And training to be an assassin."

"You won't make it."

"You'll be my first victim," he smirked, his accent making his "s" seem longer and his voice sound more collected in a deadly way. "And then tell me how much I have progressed."

"You wouldn't touch a hair on me," I snorted. "Shredder'll kill you."

"I would like to see him try," and he turned and closed the door, leaving me in the hallway. I had went to my room.

But that was years ago. And over the years, he was transported back and forth between Japan and New York. Sometimes Bradford would come with him, and they never got along. I watched Xever over the years as this went on, he was getting faster and stronger. Maybe he was turning into an assassin rather than just a common thief.

But one day, Xever was in New York and Shredder was watching the national television (he never told me why) and saw a HamatoClan symbol on a throwing star. I remember being beside him in my Foot gear, watching as he stopped it and rewound the footage.

Weeks later, he left for Japan, bringing with half of the FootClan from Japan to help aid the fight. I joined him a few months later. When I first walked in, I noticed a bowed brown fur ball and a large aquatic fish underneath the path. The glaring yellow eyes and the Spanish tone told me Xever mutated, along with Bradford.

Months later, Stockman made Xever his bionical legs and water source, something that would be helpful since he was a fish with no legs and had to breathe water all the time. We made fun of him for it until he poisoned Raphael and nearly defeated the other turtles before he was taken down by a trash ball.

He served Shredder and stood by his side even after the Kraang invasion. After TigerClaw, however, he disappeared for some time. I still don't know what it is to this day, but I sometimes hear of him speak of a Jason and skateboarding...