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Backstory Block - Edio Tinn

Edio Tinn: Health Needed

TW: hallucinations?, abuse, maki's dad vibes, parents being fucking terrible, parents leaving, depressive episodes, energy highs and falls, drinking, possesiveness, abandonment issues, gambling

Edio didn't have a happy childhood. 

Sure, sometimes he thinks he did, but that's just an illusion.

He grew up with his mother as his sole support, and his father as nothing but a money drain. His dad was never home, preferring the lights of bars and hotels to the home and hearth. When he was home, all he did was eat all of their food, take all their money and leave, ready to hurt anyone who tried to stop him. 

Edio tried to stop him many, many times. 

But it never worked, and he would just disappear again. Thank goodness he had his loving mother, right? ... Right? 

Edio knew his mother hated him. She was never particularly quiet when she was on the phone with her friends, complaining about what a waste Edio was. She would say that she never wanted to be a mother, that he was a waste of money, a waste of space, a waste of air. And the way she looked at her son was nothing kinder than a glare. 

But that all stopped when Edio was 11. It wasn't for any good reason that it stopped, but at least it did, right? Well, it would be, if not for the fact that their supply of money stopped. 

His mother left him, taking her hate and paychecks with her. She left her 11 year old son with nothing but an old, empty house and an abusive father. 

Edio was desperate for any kind of work, and so he began to do little odd jobs around the neighbourhood. It was like a little business, and he ended up drawing some unpleasant attention to himself. 

He soon encountered a group of younger adults who were deep into gambling, and with the promise of a paycheck, he began working for them. It started off as little things. Being an assistant, bringing people food or drinks. But soon it grew more dastardly.

He started working for them in more dangerous and illegal situations. Running a betting booth. Selling alcohol to their associates. Looking at someone's cards during a gambling game to help them cheat. But with the danger increased, so did the pay. 

He grew more and more stable, more and more independent. But everything truly changed when he got his first real job at the age of 14. Finally, things were stable for him money-wise. Mentally though? That started to worsen. 

Any weak friendships he managed to make, he quickly pushed away, in fear of the others leaving him. His mind strained against the bonds of sanity that tried to keep it in check. 

In his first year of high school, he played volleyball. Sometimes. Sometimes he'd be jumping up and down with his teammates, running and performing skilled blocks and spikes. But sometimes, he fell apart. He also had times when he wouldn't come to practice, not even having the motivation to get out of bed. 

His energy was high, high ups, and low, low downs, with very little middle ground. Everyone at school would call him flighty, never acting the same for more than a month, and he couldn't help but feel it was true. So after the year was over, he transferred over to a brand new school. 

There, again, he joined the volleyball team, and there, he met a pinch server with excitement in her eyes and stiffness in her limbs. After a few months of growing as close friends, he asked her out and she said yes. They had a relationship full of excitement and fun. 

They spent much time together, Edio seeming to need the constant validation from her and her just enjoying the company. But after a long period of energy and excitement, and a period of joy and exhaustion, he fell flat. He found out that the girl wasn't joking when she said she had a joyfriend as well. All he could feel was a dull sensation of anger, so using all the energy he had left, he lashed out in rage, giving their kind relationship a terrible end.

His highs and lows started to mix together, making some kind of toxic mix. He faded in and out of reality, not knowing what was real, and what was yet another hallucination. All he knew was that his ex detested what he did, and that he had to leave the school. 

Another year passed, and another transfer happened. 

Itachiyama. Who knew schools could be called institutes?