Fragzle wasn’t really born, more he awoke, battered and bloodied and probably dying in an alley somewhere. Unable to recall anything of himself, a nearby alley cat served as his model as he started trying to put himself back together, using what materials he could pull from the surrounding trash and stitching them together with a sewing kit found at the top of a dumpster.
Born of the trash, he now lives through it, using refuse and whatever skills he can teach himself to make his shelter, his clothes, and his livelihood. Humble, shy, confused.