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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Corinthi" data-source="post: 1206950" data-attributes="member: 8272">Demetrius 'Trey' WalkerBackgroundThe Slums of East Baltimore are not a fit place to live for an adult, much less a child. Demetrius was born at Harbour Hospital on June 22, 1996. He was the first child of a 14 year old mother. Demetrius was simply the latest addition to a bustling and sprawling Walker family, all of whom subsisted on financial assistance from the state.Demetrius was too young for the war to really affect him. Certainly, his family would raise all sorts of heck when thier young men started getting drafted...but those commotions weren't all that different from the wailing in the Emergency Room after a gang related shooting, or the blow ups when one of his cousins were arrested. The older people were always going away for one reason or another and they'd be replaced by more babies. The cycle had variations, but never really changed. Demetrius was a child of his circumstances and his world. Teachers left the young boy be. He was quiet and relatively well behaved compared to the average. He'd follow directs and do what he was told, but never really put forth any effort or showed interest. The young boy grew up playing gangster and would even serve as a courier for his older relatives, sometimes even holding thier drugs for them. The important thing to remember is that while his overall circumstance was one of misery and hopelessness, Demetrius was a child who didn't know any different. Poverty, hunger, crime, filth, disease, death...it was all just part of life. Nothing to be upset over. Demetrius didn't really have a mother. Well, he did. Tamara was his mother, but she did little to raise him. Instead he was raised by a veritable coven of loud harpies, all of whom knew exactly what was the best for him and knew the other women were dead wrong.It's little wonder he was arrested young. His older cousins were dealing and having Demetrius serve as a lookout/holder. When the police cars rolled up, Demetrius took off like he was trained to do, dashing down alleyways and using his small size to his advantage. Unforetunately, Baltimore politicos had recently launched a camaign to 'clean up the streets'. Police were under tremendous pressure to arrest every dealer they could find, if only to see them released shortly thereafter from already overcrowded jails. The police caught the young raggamuffin and only barely managed to prevent him from eating the evidence. 10  vials worth of crack cocaine rocks. Demetrius actually made the news. The seven year old crack dealer was just the sort of novelty the mayor needed to push his campaign of inner city revitalization. Like many of his relatives, Demetrius was tried and convicted. He was sent to the Cheltenham Youth Facility, the oldest youth correction facility in Maryland. Cheltenham was originally crafted to hold 'Youths of Color'...and sadly changed little in the decades since. Despite a 17% black youth population in Maryland, Blacks account for 89% of the inmates in Cheltenham. Now, for his part, Demetrius didn't really find Cheltenham all that different from home. He was still the quiet kid who didn't get into much trouble. He was still surrounded by a horde of more rambunctious and unruly children. The biggest change was the easier discipline and better food. Cheltenham was largely locked down when the outbreaks of Absolution began. Civil authorities had bigger issues to concern themselves with than Juvenile crime, and the Cheltenham 'caretakers' were adverse to taking in new children that could possibly be infected. Naturally, all of thier precautions were for naught. When Absolution came to Cheltenham not a single soul was spared.Now that would have boded /extremely/ ill for Demetrius, had he still been there. Approximately 2 weeks before the first confirmed case of Absolution at Cheltenham, Demetrius escaped. The escape wasn't all that fancy. He just climbed a fence while no adults were watching, but he felt it rather daring. Having seen the news reports of people in Baltimore falling sick from Absolution, he opted to go see if his family was alright. Unforetunately, Demetrius had never travelled on his own, and Cheltenham is a long way from Baltimore, especially when a horrible plague is sweeping a war torn world.Almost two years later Demetrius was caught again by the authorities. As a young orphan with no apparently family, Demetrius was lucky enough to be one of the initial successful trials of the Absolution vaccine being developed in a Level 5 CDC biolab on the John Hopkins campus. In the years that followed, Demetrius developed into an intelligent but distant young man. The horror of the world's situation never really sunk in to Demetrius like it did to other people. Demetrius' baseline was misery and fear. That's normal. Comfort, ease, safety, those were somewhat strange concepts to the young man. Heck, it was even unsurprising when it was discovered that rather than being cured, Absolution had somehow mutated in his body. As he had done most of his life, Demetrius peacefully followed the oders of his elders and submitted to cryosleep. As the chill settled around his slim form, Demetrius merely wondered what was coming next.Personality:Demetrius is an easygoing guy. He's relaxed and calm even in the face of the most horrible and distressing stimulus. This calm could actually be classified as a mental disorder, sort of a post traumatic stress. Even before the war, Demetrius had little moral guidance or stability in his life. His living conditions were horrid, his education was poorly managed, his friends were are 2nd class citizens forgotten by the 'mainstream'. Demetrius feels a bit disconnected to everything. He doesn't really understand what the world should be like, or why people get upset. It's like they expect life to be good and fair when it's really anything but. The strong prey on the weak, people die, life is hard, and no one really cares about anyone or anything. That's just the way things are. Why fight it?Despite the blase' philosophy, Demetrius can't help but think there's something missing. He's a kind young man who'd go out of his way to help the hurt or scared. He'd share his lunches with those who lost thiers. He's a genuinely decent guy, not because he should be or because it's expected of him. He's good just because he wants to be. He feels... more in touch, more real when he's lending a helping hand. Maybe if more people felt that way, the world would be different. Maybe.</blockquote>

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