Background

Detlas's childhood was an odd one- His mother brought him to the United States from overseas from rural Germany in 1975 when he was three years old; detlas's mother seemed to have a plan- for an attempt of trying to give him a brighter future. Although she never gave up on speaking her native language and often tried teaching Detlas the german language while he was also learning English as well. Some kids would often be kind towards Detlas. Although his frustration in his language barrier was getting worse as he grew up. His mother constantly reminding Detlas to never give up in his nationality for the United States.. yet teaching him the german language; confusing him as the years went on.. Detlas was always indulging himself with books and magazines with mechanic literature. Every page bearing knowledge and interesting facts about vehicle and mechanical engineering. While Detlas never got over the hurdle with the language barrier at his younger youth. He learned to read the English writing quickly because of his growing interest in literature. During his high-school junior year. He expressed to his mother that he wanted to get into mechanics and know the ins and outs of any metal he can get his hands on. He was fascinated with being able to create things with his own hands. His mother was displeased. She paid for Detlas's to take cooking classes throughout the years as a means for a future college idea. But Detlas seen it as a means as a hobby. Not a lifestyle.. His mother lashed at him; belittling and screaming over the countless effort she spent on him. Disowning him over his interest. In a sheer rage. He left- in 1991.. Detlas left to express his interest in the world of mechanical work. For about four years; he spent his time in the military as a engineer; often working on big rigs and vehicles. Although he wanted to express his creativity and showed interesting metal creations.. later to be shunned for wasting metal and propane.. he quickly stopped his fun and spent those 4 years tirelessly making his efforts known. Often being sent from camp to camp. Base from Base. Being known as pretty good mechanic.. He sent letters to his mother; apologizing but still standing sternly on his views.. he never got letters back.. this.. angered him.. its unfair how he never disagreed with his mother, yet the moment he wanted something for his own. Something he himself can be proud of. She didn't want it so therfore it was meaningless. This spite grew as things in the military never really gave the itch he was looking for.. while in the military; he learned basic principles and basic teachings with firearms but he never gained a sense of moral ethics.. or an emergency for them. He seen it as a cycle, if people are so willing to make things that'll happily end others.. then preach its for our saftey. While we train day and night for a hypothetical reasons we use such things and teachings against.. Detlas grew tired seeing no attempts to make something for peaceful resolutions. Although he realized if he wouldn't be able to learn on such vehicles or he wouldn't have such a chance to learn if this wasn't the case. So he realized. It nevermade sense to him and he continued to work and improve his skills. In 1995.. Detlas was twenty-three; he left the military and made his own private shop in the heart of New York. After setting up; he quickly found that itch, tons of people enjoyed his fanatical interest in vehicles. Especially with his military experience; patching up a few holes wasn't something he wasn't foreign to. Tons of people. Righteous and Unrighteousness with a code. All came to him for his efforts. Detlas gave himself a moment. He realized some would deny it- some would deny any interaction between the two sides of that moral dilemma. "Am.. Is it wrong? Will it be wrong to do such work? I'm just helping people. Who am I to judge." So he continued. Continued in his own work. Becoming the man who they seeked. The man to fill any hole in any mechanic heart. He grew obsessed with his work. Expanding his knowledge. He caught the attention of a certain group. In 1997.. he vanished; Detlas worked for this group. Often for his knowledge and quick haste to sink his teeth in any vehicle. He became a short temper.. wanting to work rather than speak. He got into a fight. Later he was told to buy a garage on an island. Away from New York.. as a sort of vacation for him. Detlas with a diluted smile.. he agreed and left for the island. Detlas never cared for the news. But he often caught wind of what was going on. As he got on the island. Everything got shut down. He grumbled as he took up a fishing rod. "Guess a small vacation wouldn't be too bad"..