Rex was born on the first of September, year 2000, in the United States. He was raised properly and with manners in a typical upper class family. The boy lived together with his mother and father in a fancy mansion as the single child. This could usually make Rex feel rather alone, and as his parents were both originally from Sweden they had no close family over in the States. Yet, they still had decent contact with their Swedish relatives, resulting in a countless amount of visits to their land of origin. During holidays and breaks, any possible gap between him and mandatory homeschooling, they would go over to Sweden. As years flew by, Rex and his family would stop visiting Sweden together. This was as his father was a hard working businessman and his mother an occupied cardiovascular surgeon, meaning that they would have to stay in the US along with their work. Rex would have to go alone, and now even stay over for longer periods of time. Eventually his relatives had become more like annoying caretakers than actual family. To compromise for the travels, Rex's parents would buy him anything that money could buy - though time was the only thing on his wish list. Rex already felt like he'd lost his parents, but would soon enough feel real loss.
After a supposed plane crash, both the father and mother were tragically lost. The business flight that was headed towards Russia was never to be recovered, and was likely gone somewhere out in the Green Sea. Rex couldn't stop wondering about what happened to his parents. He was soon transferred to live with his relatives back in Sweden, but he was well aware of how things worked around there. See, back in the north, his greedy relatives were not as successful. Unlike Rex and his parents, they had neither manners nor motivation, and were completely economically unstable - the basic opposite of his family. All the luxury that Rex previously had was now gone, dissolved like the lost plane. The kid felt further away from home than ever before. The only comfort that was given to cope with his loss was from a younger cousin, but other than that he was mostly ignored. He couldn't stand them and neither could they, there were simply too many differences. Since Rex was way too young to legally work, and that work was regardless near impossible to find at his new home, he came up with his own idea. Something was special with this one though; he would not start selling lemonade like most other kids from some stand in the middle of a boiling hot summer day. No, he had a better solution.
Whenever there was something he couldn't buy, he'd steal it. Simply take it for himself. He was not going to sit around like these lazy relatives and let someone else do everything for them. It started off with smaller things, such as candy bars and soft drinks. Soon enough he was pick-pocketing wallets, and the thefts only got bigger. At the age of thirteen, he would steal on a daily basis. He was living his own little dream in his own little reality. Perhaps he was doing it for the thrill, or maybe it was all just a distraction for the loss of his parents? But surely, as most thieves, he eventually got caught. A relative had busted him in the act and made him return everything he had stolen. At this point, Rex began to realize that the relatives weren't of any help at all, in fact, they only set him back. He never thought of them as family; he only wanted his real parents back. The thought of his parents had still stayed with him, and he would do anything to find out what really happened. A plan was made in an instant. The money collected from all those stolen wallets would be more than enough for a way out of there, and with the help of some friends he had met along the way he could finalize his idea. A few weeks later, Rex would venture out to live on his own with only a single goal in mind: to find out what really happened to his parents. What the boy did not know, was that living was soon about to become a lot harder..