The infamous El Guapo began as a lowly mall baby. He was plucked-up and carried home for no more reason than his infantile cuteness; only to be quickly abandoned as his crackhead mother* was prone to do.
*(A crack wide enough to allow the enclosed marbles to freely escape.)
He was reluctantly taken in by his grandparents, but by then it was too late; he was already wildly out of control. The only goals of his young life were a wanton destruction of anything within reach, and an unfettered bloodlust to maul the hand that fed him.
A favorite pastime is to lurk in the hidden recesses of darkness.
Wild and craven eyed, he anxiously awaits opportunity to viciously spring upon any hapless victim.