Ever since he was born, Blake was often abandoned by anyone who ever tried taking care of him. First of all, he was abandoned by his parents and was just left in a box in the corner of the street. He was found by a foster care taker and was raised there for a few years. But he was often bullied because of his condition, causing him to often avoid any social interaction between anyone. Eventually, the time came when he couldn't take it anymore and he just had to run away. Ever since then, he had been jumping from foster care to foster care, looking for the perfect place to grow up and people he could call his family.
Only when he was around ten that he finally found people that accepted him. It is also around that time that he finally started smiling. He had kids he could play with and care takers that understood him. He lived happily these past few months in the foster home he found. But some turn of events lead to the next, and he found his real parents just beyond the footsteps of the front entrance, and they were there to reclaim their beloved son again. Never was Blake so... furious. They made him endure all the pain and sadness for all those years, only for them to return ten years later? Blake couldn't accept it. He ran away, again. This time, as fast as he could. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to hide from the people that made him endure the all those years. He never experienced what a real child's life could've been since his parents abandoned him. He hid in a dark alley where no one could find him, specifically his parents. It was around that time that things started going weird. His skin started turning pale, so pale that he looks almost dead. That's not the end of it, his entire body started turning transparent. At first he thought it was just his imagination, but things turned even weirder. His back started losing the feeling of a wall leaning on it. Until his entire upper body dropped and he was able to peer inside the building he was just leaning on. A very busy restaurant, with chefs running around cooking as fast as they can. Yet, no one ever noticed that half a boy was staring at any of them.
There it was, the weird thoughts that suddenly came into his head. Is he... dead? Is he just a spirit of his former self? But how did he die? He feels perfectly fine, besides the real-parents-trying-to-take-him-away-from-his-new-home part. He stood up, trying to get out of the restaurant and back to the alley he was in before. Weird... he's back to normal. The frail but solid body of his, the pale but not-so-pale skin he adorns... It's as if nothing happened. He just ignored it and started walking the lonely path he always took before.
Eventually, the time came when a husband and wife finally took him in their care. He was taken in by an animator for a father and a chef for a mother. In the care of a new and happy family, he was able to almost forget the pain and sorrow he felt years ago. He finally has a family of his own. This time, it doesn't feel like he's just hiding from his past. Rather, he's being protected from it, attempting to make him forget his past entirely.
His father, Edwin Warden (Mr. Warden by most), is a kind and caring man that takes up animation for a living. He taught Blake how to draw, and to his surprise, he was quite the fast learner.
His mother, Lily Warden (Mrs. Warden by most), gave him a sort of motherly love that made him feel like she's his real mother. She cooks for a gourmet restaurant not too far away from their house. She tried teaching Blake how to cook, but it was a... disaster. Though that doesn't mean she loved him any less.
They gave him the things he always wanted, though he didn't ask for too much. The couple treated Blake as if he was their own, despite Blake's past and condition.
They eventually found a school good enough for their son to go in, for the education Blake always deserved but never got until now.
School, huh...? Blake thought about it. A place like school is bound to have bullies, especially for his case. He eventually ignored that possibility and just went anyway, since he couldn't prevent that from happening.
Through the years in school, he had been making lots of friends. The occasional bully tried making fun of him or just generally made him feel bad, but the entire experience wasn't like what it was in the foster homes he used to be in.
Eventually, his freshman year came. He's finally in High School. He's finally living the ordinary life he always wished for. He had loving parents, a house he could finally call home, and friends that accept him as he is. The phenomenon that happened before was forgotten, and he just lived life like it was his last day.
But at some point in freshman year... it happened again.