Matari was born within the Kitsune capital of Ki-Tamashii, deep within the wild and untamed parts of the Falwood and protected from the outside by the illusions their kind was well known for. It was a wild city of ancient, foreign architecture and long since forgotten temples, all of which were at least somewhat being reclaimed by the forest around them. For the early majority of his life, Matari grew up alongside the rest of the kits within the village, a rare child born with seven tails from birth, only outclassed by one other child, Myomyo, who was born with nine. The two displayed incredible magical talent, and were quickly put under the mentor ship of the village's most prominent mage. Despite the difference in number of tails, which typically represented one's magical ability, Matari quickly established that he far outclassed Myomyo when it came to... almost everything. While the nine tailed kitsune would do his best, and try harder than anyone in the village, Matari found himself soundly beating him in almost every challenge with little effort required, naturally talented in ways that had scarcely been seen before.

This success continued well into their early teen years, with Matari only growing more confident and taking glee in defeating his friend and rival Myomyo with each challenge and task given by his mentor, who would dote upon him, whilst, unbeknownst to him that same mentor would neglect and ignore his friend, who was left to fester and turn bitter towards his more talented friend. This anger would continue to fester and build, until it erupted in one final, climactic eruption. Matari was lured by his friend out past the boundaries of the village, goaded on to go deeper into the woods, into elf territory as Myomyo used his ego against him. Then, when they were far enough away, the nine tailed fox struck. Matari found himself trapped within a cage of the arcane, but instead of being able to instantly break free like he should have, there was something.. different. He couldn't access his magic. He was helpless. He called out towards Myomyo, asking him for help, but was met with only a sharp, searing pain at the base of his tails as his former friend began to rip them off.

One by one they were clawed, bitten, and pulled off. It was nothing short of torturous for Matari, but no one answered his screams for help or his curses and promises of vengeance as his body shifted and twisted, transforming as the magic within himself was unbalanced. Finally, the last was removed, and he was left a quivering wreck, naked and on the ground in his demi-human form. He quickly passed into unconsciousness. When he came to, he found himself powerless, weak, and stuck in a world that was foreign to him, as without his kitsune magic he could never hope to pierce the veil of his village, or even find it. The only fortunate occurrence was that due to his drastic shift in size, he had broken his restraints. He was free. Free to move. Free to stand. Free to run. And free to take his revenge.

He would find his tails. He would find Myomyo. or he would die.