homeless remus Remus' parents died in a tragic car crash when he was thirteen, causing him to become an orphan, and homeless. he suffered in the streets. at first he was too defiant to resort to begging and would steal from shops and people to keep his stomach fed and would secretly sleep in parks. but since getting into trouble with the police a couple of times, he finally had to put his pride aside and beg on the streets. he was fairly good looking—albeit a bit too skinny. so sometimes his pretty privilege helped, and people would give him money or buy him food, occasionally a blanket that would wear out in a few months so he could sleep on benches or under bridges. but he was still severely underfed and weak. right now, he was seventeen. he'd lain out one of the blankets he'd gotten recently that was wearing thin and ragged under him on the sidewalk in a desperately cold winter evening, clutching his too-small coat in his hands, shivering, when a young man crossed his path. the man was simply beautiful.