Dorien Wolfert Kierkegaard was born on the sixth of October, nineteen seventy-nine. While Dorien never met his biological mother, he was collectively raised by varying women who had found themselves involved with Dorien's father, Randle. All he had truly known about his mother was that she enjoyed Grateful Dead records, much to the loathing of Randle. Dorien's father never seemed to have had a decent job. In fact, he worked as a procurer of women for various pimps and brothels around Michigan, specific areas between Wixom and Detroit. He worked long, hard hours of emotional and physical effort with somewhat little pay. This struggling caused Randle to resent keeping the son around which led to much verbal abuse. Dorien grew frustrated with his father's neglect and the involvement of who he referred to as "whore mothers".
Eventually, his father turned to other employment opportunities in order to make some side cash. He tried working as a bookie and, unfortunately, had to bring Dorien on a few drives. He also served as an enforcer to different gangs around the state, but his poor aim and cowardly demeanor caused that charade to cease. At his breaking point, he hastily attempted to produce meth to pay off debts. While Dorien was at school, he received word that his home had burst into flames. A drawback to not having prior knowledge of chemistry seemed to be doubting how explosive a drug lab in your living room could be.
Without any known family, Dorien was thus sent to live in foster care. From that point onward into his adolescence, he experienced general hardships. Cold winters, not always having enough food, never having a space of his own. He lived in houses of obligation rather than homes of love. He grew annoyed by his quasi-siblings and vengeful of both unfair treatment and the immoral actions of some of his foster parents. Whether they were rude, demented, abusive, or lecherous, there always was a serious flaw to be found. He felt powerless to make a change. How could he? He was, after all, just a young boy living in a hollow place.
Eventually, Dorien's first sign of mental anguish was demonstrated when he and a sibling got into a fight about religion, one of the few topics Dorien had come to appreciate learning about in school. Their argument turned physical and in a state of wrath, Dorien bit the finger tips off of his foster brother's fingers. His foster brother crawled away in tears with only minor damage, but Dorien was forced out of the house by a medical team. He was eventually transported to the massive Northville Institution cities away in order for him to receive much-needed health. Evidently, it would be the staff and fellow patients who would be in need of a savior.
Dorien began vague treatment at Northville Institution in the autumn of 1995. Recessions were ending, sports were played, monsters were inadvertently, and wars were negotiated to a halt. While things across the globe were looking up, events of the local variety remained cruel and quiet. Dorien experienced firsthand how awful neglect truly could be. While staying at Northville Institute, he often was given poor quality meals, slept on the hallways due to overcrowding, and was occasionally given incorrect medicine. While he himself never dealt with physical abuse, rumors of staff attacking patients wasn't uncommon. Staff members also engaged in sex acts with one another when they thought no one was looking, but the keen Dorien took note of this grotesque display.
All of these events further shaped his psyche to the point of extremism. He found sex disgusting, and physical affection was not far off. Declarations of love seemed false all the time. Everyone seemed to overlook the injustices of what was perceived as small and insignificant. Dorien knew he was destined for great things. Over the next few months, Dorien attempted several escape plans. Time after time, he had been captured, reclaimed, and punished for his frequent disobedience. Rather than quell his determination, the boy found motivation in this. It was simply no longer a matter of freedom. He needed to prove that he was above them and that nothing could keep him contained. The world had to know about what was really going on, and only he could be honest and blunt enough.
Eventually, Dorien did indeed escape. For years he traveled around Michigan, first through his hometown of Novi. He passed through Wixom, Ann Arbor, various sections of Oakland County, before stumbling into Millennium City. The place was still new enough for him to fit in. Hell, it was just as raw as he was, inside and out. He found residence at a men's homeless shelter which was located behind the now popular dive bar, Sherrerra's. From there, he was able to sleep in a warm bed and have hot meals. Dorien was also able to keep tabs on the local criminal scene, as many of the homeless individuals were both junkies and thieves. Now that he was a stronger man, Dorien was eager to make a change. His new home would not have the same disastrous fate as his last two.