A young man who's learning how the world works. Unfortunately he chose the worst place to learn at.
He was rather sparky but has since learned to mellow out, although he still likes to make a scene occasionally. He's curious about others and himself.
He prefers to be called DT.
A very short guy. He has a R.B.F. and always wears a torn, gray overshirt and teal athletic shorts. DT's hair is now cut to a shorter length as a result of getting a hairbrush stuck in it. He wears knee-high socks that constantly fall down to his ankles and gray high-tops.
The chemical compound of Dinitrogen Tetroxide is corrosive but the person DT is not. The worst thing he does is run away like a little baby.
While being in larger spaces or outdoors for extended periods of times he tends to lose concentration quicker and, in some cases, lose track of who or where he is.
Dt's Backstory, my beloved reader.
