Born to a less than middle class family of which his parents are better left remembered as they were and not as they are he spent his days just trying to get by.
Then one day his entire life changed after heading back to his shitty little built home made mostly by himself and with the help of some generous strangers he was struck down by a gift either from god or by some asshole stranger driving by.
On the outside they looked to be a ratty pair of hand-me-down pants that someone had simply tossed away at him, but on the inside they held a bigger secret than he could imagine.
For hiding within those pockets were something nobody could ever imagine in their entire life. For it was in those pockets he found himself reaching into a black hole of sorts, a black hole to which could hold the secrets of the universe and still have room for his pocket change.
Now the sole owner and creator of the rich and homeless corporation, a place where any person down on their luck can find a warm bed, food for their belly, and a chance to get their life back on track.
For those of those who actually happen to know the man behind the suit (or in some cases plain street clothes) he’s still the same cheerful, goofy, day dreaming man he was before receiving the gift that gave him this chance.
For those who get close enough to the man they would fined his real name to be Ace “jagger” Valentine. The single made, once homeless now stinking rich, money spending foll who doesn’t comb his hair and refuses to turn a person away.
Now step inside and come meet the man already!