Heir of the Banished

I've lived in several places.
Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn, Staten Island, The Bronx. Yes the Bronx. I loved the Bronx with all my heart. It has a sorta vibe to it... some say it's unsafe. But it's my home so I call it that. It taught me an important lesson that I remember to this day... to survive.
But this is only where my story begins. I am what some may call "outta this world". Over the years I discovered secrets about where I came from and who my family was.
Which was not all unicorns and rainbows... spoiler alert!
But among all of this I stayed true to who I was, and of course my story is filled with love, hate, death, guilt, happy times, and all that shit. But mostly death. And I know my story doesn't sound to enticing like most, because let's face it... I'm not a hero. I'm rightful heir of the banished.