Dash

Dash didn't live the most stellar of lives growing up. He doesn't remember much of his family, except that he spent a lot of nights sleeping in dresser drawers in old shanty buildings, and that his dad and mom weren't around much when he needed them. He figures they were both way too drugged out most of the time to take care of him; at any rate, Dash doesn't let that bother him much. By the time he was 9 he figured he'd be able to take care of himself much better than his parents could so he ran away and became a 'street urchin.' Dash managed to beat the odds on the streets for a good couple of years, but he saw a lot that made him think this wasn't the best place to be. He managed to befriend an old mechanic just outside the combat zone who taught him the ropes of car repairs after Dash proved persistent and loyal enough to earn his trust. The mechanic died when Dash was 16; having no one to take care of him, and knowing that the government would confiscate everything the man owned, Dash took off with his car and some gear and decided he was ready to go out on his own and 'make something of himself,' whatever that means...