The Golden Gate Chronicles
January 3rd, 1992; Peoria, Illinois. Douglas Edmund Robinson was born without much fanfare. Less than usual, even, for a child like him, born of little means. He was wrenched into this world from the safe and warm confines of the womb with no crying, just big glassy black eyes that studied you intently.
As he grew up, his mom stayed with the carnival, rotating from community to community, but he had found it stifling, and unprofitable. Quickly he turned to street cons and hustles, finding a natural knack for it, and a preternatural sort of luck. One day, a con goes bad and he is fleeing on foot when he is hit by a car. The accident nearly kills him, but he is lucky again and survives with only a bad leg that requires him to walk with a staff.
The accident serves as a breaking point for him as it is his first real brush with death, his first time being forced to think about his mortality, and it plunges him into a deep depression. Not only this, but he is unable to flee if a con goes bad any longer. He has no idea what he can still do. Jewish Family Charities help get him to his feet again and he becomes quickly engrossed in Judaism, excited to find the second thing he is naturally good at, this time something upstanding.
Years later and he’s joined a yeshiva in San Francisco, where he begins to study the Kabbalah in secret, and against tradition, since he is only 26. In this too, he proves to be a prodigy.