Dallas

Dallas' whole childhood was disturbed, dysfunctional and disappointing. His parents were a young couple who rushed too fast into their relationship and didn't get along at all. While his father was his designated guardian and a constant figure through his early life, his mother was perpetually in and out of jail for various crimes. Dallas was a sensitive and reclusive child, and he didn't make friends easily. His father was an overworking alcoholic who had a strong fist that he habitually used for discipline, which came at unpredictable and unwarranted times. 

Dallas' youth was frequently spent nervously skirting around his father's dominating and aggressive path. He was forced outside in the daytime (where he explored or daydreamed) and when he was allowed inside, he sat alone in his room, playing by himself. Dallas' father was a hot headed, in-denial and ignorant person to begin with, but the more he delved into his addiction, the more his hand clamped around Dallas' neck of existence. 

Dallas went to a private school through grade school. He didn't make any friends, nor did he fit in with the general atmosphere of the academy. The school was dedicated and designed to bring out a child's natural gifts and smarts, though Dallas didn't seem to own any. He was not good at math, nor whimsical and interested in science. While he could read and write just fine, the things he wrote about in the school's creative writing class were dark and dreary. Retaining any information on history's subjects proved difficult and whenever his mood shifted, he broke every instrument they tried to make him play or tore up every piece of art they had him draw. 

Once Dallas had reached thirteen, the school decided he was no longer fit to move onto the exclusive high school courses they offered. To his father's great annoyance, he was suggested to move to public schooling, where he would be able to find people more like him. 

Public school was difficult. Though Dallas made friends, he also made enemies. At fifteen years old, he got involved with the problematic kids and began getting into trouble often. Skipping school, drinking, smoking and starting fights were some of the things he did, though the worst of it was the consistent physical self harm he couldn't shake. After being caught with a pair of scissors and a bloody wrist in the boy's bathroom by one of the principals, Dallas was sent to the psychiatric ward and his home life was investigated into by CPS. 

Despite thinking that his father's abuse would be discovered and he might be removed from his home and put somewhere healthier after his stay in inpatient, nothing in Dallas' life improved. CPS determined nothing was suspicious and that Dallas' father was fit to be parent. After a couple of weeks of being detained by  the hospital, Dallas was sent home. Upon his return, the relationship shared between he and his father only became all the more strained and hostile.

At seventeen, Dallas finally had the last straw of his father's antics and left home to live with a friend.

One of the only highlights in Dallas' life is the day he graduated from a local community college as an Paramedic. It was a career he dreamt of and thought he could excel in, as he could handle blood, gory sights, nasty injuries and distraught individuals. The first few weeks of employment with a government hospital swiftly transitioned to months, and most of the calls he received were similar to the ones he partook in while shadowing during school. Dallas grew confident with his skills as a paramedic and thought it was where he belonged and where his life path was meant to be. Of course, on March 3rd, Dallas' perception of both himself and the entire concept of what it was to be human was abruptly trashed. That wintery day his team had received a call that brought them to the home of an individual who was, unfortunately, dying.

Having observed the way they handled themselves and the fear that consumed them before they ultimately passed on anyway completely broke Dallas. He had struggled immensely with the concept of death before, but this had brought it to a torturous level. He quickly lost all faith that there was anything other than a dead ending when one died and thought of the world as a cruel, unforgiving place. The mental health problems he already had amplified, and after a month and a half of agonizing panic attacks and arguing with himself on the matter, he sorrowfully resigned from his position without a word.

After dropping from his career, Dallas went into a thick, isolating depression. Self sabotaging himself, he forcibly pushed away all his friends and partner at the time through hateful tactics and made himself so unbearable that nobody wanted to get or be close to him. Most of his time was spent indoors in his bedroom or in and out of the psychiatric ward as his mental health tanked further and further, leaving him more and more unstable. 

The only job that would hire him was a two-star motel that needed a janitor to show up once every two or three days. The manager, luckily enough, was a somehow understanding person who accepted that Dallas was in a bad place and a person who likely wouldn't ever become someone to be heavily relied on.

 Despite Dallas sometimes being stuck in the hospital, he manages to keep his job.