User:Littleponys

It is uncertain where Lazy D originates from, his birth place has been narrowed down to be some place in lower NY around the turn of the century. His mother died at child birth from unexplained reason. It was stated by the medical board that they could tell something was just not right about that kid. Quickly abandon by his father, for what was said to be irregular birth defects, all legal traces of Lazy D birth vanished.Thrown in the garbage like a week old, useless newspaper, it’s on certain how many rainy nights baby Lazy D. laid alone staring at the moonlight, reeking of garbage. A Pack of wild wolves took pity on baby D and rescued him from near death. Maybe it was his ugliness that they felt sorry for or maybe they sensed his animal like abilities at an early age. Returning him to their den, Lazy was nursed back to health and taken in as one of the pack. For years he was raised, learning how to hunt, fend for himself, and even learn how to speak amongst the animals.It was even said that he and the wolves made music together. They lived happily together until his teenage years, when he was split up from his pack. The development of land and the growing city nearby forced the pack apart until there was literally no woods left for them to roam. One spring, trying to avoid the growing number of hunters and trappers, Lazy D stumbled into a bear trap, paralyzing his right leg. Later he was discovered by a hunter while out checking his traps. Lazy tried his best to fight off the Trapper, but there was little he could do. Finally after tiring from exhaustion Lazy D gave in. Amazed by his strength and determination, the trapper took him in. After many hard months of trying to escape, Lazy was finally house broken by the man. Here Lazy D learned to live as a “normal” human being. Learning English, how to stand up straight and eventually even how to dress himself. Lazy D lived with the old man for many years learning how to adapt to the rising western life. He kept to the streets admiring the rising buildings and new lifestyles around him. Being brought up on the principle of fending for him self, Lazy D would steal, a lot. While his master thought he was out learning the ways of the new world, Lazy was out hustling. Running numbers, delivering for crime boss, Lazy D was good at what he did and admired by others. Lazy D was doing ok for himself until one day when he stole from the wrong guy. A small Oriental owned business in the south side of town. The business owner quickly called on an old man who a merged from the back room and came after Lazy D. Thinking nothing of this he prepared for a fight, which didn’t last long. Lazy D took an ass whopping, the first of many to come. But Lazy D has always been an ignorant selfish bastard, who doesn’t give up easily. Spitting a few crazy words, which scared the hell out of his oppontent, who didn’t speak English, Lazy D attacked the man. Suffering blow after blow from the old man, who used a fighting style which Lazy D had never seen before, Lazy D would eventually lose his right eye. Cussing and screaming, Spitting and searing, Lazy D let loose a disconbulated mix of syablles and nouns. The oriental was surprised, knowing little English; the old man didn’t know what the hell was going on. But he knew it was pure poetry. The old man turned out to be a traveling monk. Amazed by Lazy D strange dialect of English and inspiring urge to never give up, the monk to Lazy back to Thailand were he studied the martial arts until returning to the streets.