Background
Madarobi, was born into a world that seemed to be created to neglect him. Abandonded as a toddler, his family heritage is unknown to him, along with any details of where he was originially from. Although this saddening fate is eventually what lead the young 13 year old down the path he has taken, it is also what has empowered him to be able to work his way up through the Academy to become a Chuunin.
It all started when the youngster was left in an alley to fend for himself. Madarobi spent 2 years living off of old vendor scraps and keeping warm wherever he could find shelter at nights. These days almost seemed peaceful to him. The serenity of himself versus the world seemed like such a relief from the trauma he were about to face for the upcoming years. His poor diet did not allow him to grow like a normal young boy would, instead his thin, fragile body only became useful when he needed to run from an angry vendor for digging through thier trash.
This nirvana he had become accustomed to, endly adbuptly when a group of young teenage boys found the feeble Madarobi and began a daily ritual of bullying and even beating him. This nightmarish routine continued for far longer than Madarobi could remember. The group of boys would wear demonic masks as they beat and choked him. So many times, Madarobi wished he could be somewhere else, watching from a safe vantage point as the onslought consued. Beaten by day, his wounds never properly healed at night. Constant fear of bugs infesting his wounds prevented the young child from sleeping.
Hope, had there ever been any in Madarobi's miserable life, had finally arrived. Although it came, it was not in the form Madarobi and or anyone could have predicted. An aged, grey-bearded homeless man happened to be sleeping in a trash pile near Madarobi as his daily beating began. As Madarobi lay there, praying for his life to end, the unexpected occured. One of the children whom had been a frequent guest during these trials fell to the ground and screamed for mercy. The other children shocked by the child's actions, became motionless. The panicing child screamed for it to end, begged for what seemed to be his allies' mercy. Bewildered, the group of children ran in fear that the screams of the boy would cause attention.
Bewildered by what had occured infront of his own eyes, Madarobi was then approached by the old homeless man who had in a way, saved his life. The man prefered that he be called Lucion. From that point on, Madarobi followed the man, begging for him to teach him his abilities so that he could protect himself. He would have never have allowed such a young boy to learn these Genjutsu techniques were if not for one fateful day.
Relaxing on a casual summer lit afternoon, Madarobi found himself surrounded by the same group of boys, back for revenge. Madarobi's life almost ended because of the brutality the group laid upon him. Lucion swore from that point on, that Madarobi would never, not be able to defend himself agaisnt such tyrants again. Using his mind, rather than his body, Madarobi began to learn how to use his own fears such as asphyxiation, and demons as an offense to protect himself from the group.
Lucion even began to teach him how to turn one's allies agaisnt eachother… (Or so they thought). These new strengths allowed him to drive away the group of trouble makers and created a thirst for power within himself. Lucion, being the wise old man he was, knew that if these abilities were not put to a positive use, a child with such a terrible life would not use them wisely. He persuaded Madarobi to join the Konoha Acedemy. His abilities were good enough to allow him to pass certain tests, but it was the Acedemy that really began to sharpen his tools. These skills eventually became so useful that he was promoted to Chuunin.
Madarobi awaits his orders in his quest to become stronger, so that he may never feel helpless or weak again.