"I don't tell b*****s like you what my past is. F*** off."
Ages referred to in here are in human years.
Los Angeles was hatched in the run-down city of Cloudheap to his mother Gryphon. His mother was a craftsdragon who made machines for disabled or wingless dragons. His father had been a mercenary who worked for Stance but was killed during an attempted raid on a village for supplies. When Los Angeles was hatched, his mother quit her job in an attempt to school LA. He was homeschooled by her and was a fast learner. When LA was old enough to take care of himself, Gryphon found a new job near Advanced Possibility.
LA didn't mind moving; Cloudheap had been a nightmare for him. His mother went to work again and he was left at home at the age of nine. Los Angeles roamed the streets of Advanced Possibility, earning dirty looks from the spick-and-span passerby. While at home, he taught himself about mechanics and machines. Their run-down shack (not even a shack, really) soon became more of a house, with dented and rusted walls and a so-so roof.
His mother was very thankful for the help. But at age eleven, everything started going downhill for them. The rich dragon Gryphon was working for accused his mother of stealing a priceless object that had gone missing on her shift. She maintained that another one of the servants had stolen it, as she had seen one sneak off with a glass object hidden behind them, but LA and Gryphon had to flee the city. They took refuge in different places every night, moving from city to city with no time to sleep or settle down. They were criminals. Outlaws. On the run.
Everything hit rock bottom about a month later. Bounty hunters found them in the open desert. Gryphon was captured, and, on his mother's commands, Los Angeles fled. Gryphon was hauled into jail and LA never heard from her again. As a small, grumbling eleven-year-old, he found himself a job in the city of Minmoor, working as a craftsdragon apprentice.
There he stayed until he was 19. He had become an independent merchant selling tools and weapons to the citizens. On an incredibly slow day, he was greeted by the sight of a young dragoness with copper scales asking him if he would sell her more than enough weapons and tools to supply a village. Inquiring about what they were for and what her name was, she told him her name was Paris and asked him if he was trustworthy. Yes. Could he keep a secret? Yes. Was he tired of the way things were? Very.
Los Angeles was then initiated into the beginnings of the Old World Alliance, whose goal was to restore Pyrrhia to its former state of (relative) peace. He is now the Lead Recruiter of the OWA, finding suitable dragons to join the rebellion.