My old fursona, Daniel, was born with fur discolouration that made him appear red, a jaw deformation which gave an appearance of a permanent smile and had heart troubles which had him on watch for a couple of weeks before being released to be with his parents.
He was never recognised and acknowledged as a monster by his peers from preschool to college and intense bullying that led to his depression. His parents caught him killing animals and found out later he had developed schizophrenia, his brother was severely injured in a school fight and his sister was murdered by her abusive boyfriend when she tried to leave him. This left Daniel, begging every molecule of his body to disappear.
He wanted to burn.
He lost all of his will to live.
One day he was spotted standing still on some train tracks, and a train was coming towards him. He was rescued and sent back home.
This was when the parents knew what they needed to do. He was hooked up with a therapist.
For the next 3 years he got better and better and was on a stable rise to happiness.
But that all changes
When he was 26, his life came to a screeching halt when he was gunned down in a shooting when he was having a date with his fiancée.
His fiancée lived only to find out he had planned for the shooter to kill him. 6 days later she was found shot to death in her house.