Before we start, I've been looking at sites on how Australians pronounce words. I'm sorry if it's not accurate! ;-;
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Jamison Fawkes.

Before the Outback was destroyed, before becoming a dangerous explosive-loving Junker, before going on a crime spree with his bodyguard, and before the twenty-five million dollar bounty rested on his head, he was just Jamison Fawkes.

Memories were a thing of the past for Junkrat, but whenever he wasn't crafting his homemade explosives, he found himself thinking about them.

Life had changed drastically for the man when he was just five years old. Twenty years ago, when his parents were still alive, he was just an ordinary boy from the Outback. Even during the Omnic Crisis, he didn't have much to worry about.

The Omnics had no interest in his homeland. It was just a wasteland unlike the other parts of Australia.

That is, until they lost.

 That's when everyone started to get worried.

Well, for Jamison, using the word worried to describe their situation of being forced out of their homes after the Australian government gave the Omnics their land, was an understatement.

They were furious, including his father, who ranted angrily that the suits behind this didn't even care about their kind. They were simply trying to save their skins when it came to the savages that hid behind metal.

Jamison shared his father's anger, but it never grew for the sake of his mother. She was upset, but she had explained numerous times that their anger would not get them anywhere. 

"Those Omnics may have taken our home, ankle biter.", she told him as she ran her fingers through his wild, blonde locks. He sighed, lifting his head up from her lap to see her calm expression. She smiled lightly at him as she placed a hand against his dirty cheek. Her amber eyes were just as gentle as her touch.

"But no Omnic will evah take me boys away."

"And no Omnic will evah take ya away.", he would always reply back with a protective voice that didn't seem to match his small form. His mother could tell as she laughed softly before leaning in to kiss his forehead.

Even though they found shelter in one of the makeshift houses that the Australian Liberation Front and his father made for the residents that were displaced, which was nowhere close to being stable or safe for anyone to live in, Jamison and his mother tried their best to not pay attention to it. The rough terrain of the Outback ground that served as their floor and the old wood that served as their walls wouldn't disturb their time together.

So, life for young Jamison continued on, no matter how much he wanted to be angry. That's when they witnessed the explosion over the horizon; an explosion that was coming right at them.

When Jamison finally gained consciousness, he looked around to see homes of the other residents completely destroyed, pieces of wood and other materials on fire. What was left of his 'home' was among the destruction of the flames.

 He called out to his mother as loud as he could, whipping his head in every direction as he squinted his eyes through the ashes that surrounded him. 

Nothing.

That's when he remembered exactly where she was: inside their home. He had just gathered a small bouquet of wild blaze cassias as a gift to his mother; for the times when he needed someone to talk with about their past life. Someone that didn't instill anger into him about their situation, like his father did. Someone that didn't seem affected by the relocation. Also, he overheard his mother wishing for some flowers to brighten up their new home. Some flowers that would showcase their beauty in such a wretched place.

He looked down to see the withered flowers on the ground. The beautiful yellow petals that he knew his mother would have loved had faded away into nothing as he felt his eyes become transparent. 

The flowers for his mother were dead. And so was she.

Later on that night, a surviving member of the ALF gathered all of the surviving residents to tell them exactly what had happened. It turns out that after months of searching, they had found their target: the Omnium. Had the plan succeeded, they would have been able to eliminate the Omnics that had taken their land by destroying the Omnium's fusion core. However, they had underestimated the capacity that the fusion core would have on the rest of the Outback. The Omnics and most of their own were killed in the explosion.

The man continued on, while Jamison turned away, knowing that his father was dead too. 

"See ya later, Son. Keep me Sheila happy, ya hear? Today's a spiffy day. Those Omnics will be gone for good aftah our mission. She'll be right.", he had said earlier that day. That was the one time during their relocation that he saw a smile on his father's face.

Now, he was gone too. Both of his parents were gone.

Jamison had gripped his hair tightly as he muttered curses at someone -anyone- that was to blame for his parents' deaths.

That's when it hit him. Everything was fine when...they came along. He gritted his teeth as the anger inside him began to ignite. 

Pa was right, he thought. Those damned Omnics had to show up and butcher everything up for us! 

"Me Mum, she didn't deserve to die by the likes of ya. Me Pa, he wasn't too charmin', but he was a good bloke.", he muttered angrily to himself as he felt his breathing increase. "But ya bastards just had to show ya faces and the city wankers pitied ya. They just had to kick us out for ya, didn't they?"

He felt himself grow intense, but he persevered as he turned around, just in time to hear the surviving ALF's offer of recruiting more soldiers to scavenge and hunt for surviving Omnics that could prove as a threat to them. That's when everyone turned to see Jamison's small hand in the air as he stood up. 

Ya Omnics took me mum and pa away, he thought as he narrowed his eyes. Now, ya gonna see a pissed off orphan hunting ya own down.

"What's ya name, boy?", the ALF member asked.

"Jamison," he replied. "Me name's Jamison Fawkes."

"Ya Olivah's son, huh? Ya pa was a tough bloke. Best one on our team."

Jamison only nodded as he successfully hid his grief inside. He would not succumb and be seen as a weakling.

"I can't keep Olivah's kid from seekin' revenge on those Omnics, can I?"

Jamison walked up to the man and smirked up a bit. For a five-year old, the man seemed slightly spooked.

"No, ya can't."

Not like I evah wanted to stop, anyway.

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