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for most of his childhood, deano idolised his father. he was everyt
hing that he could have hoped to become - a local at his pub, a h
edonistic, pleasure-obsessed fool, a man who had a reputation th
at would have shaken the fear of god into anyone who dared to cr
oss him. in fact, his dad was the origin of the nickname - the first
'deano' in the family. his mother, on the other hand, found disdain
in his antics, thinking him nothing more than a stain on her reputa
tion. the childhood in the council estate was one that was littered
with fights for alastair, trying his best to emulate the behaviour o
f the man he idolised. he, in turn, received hesitant status as the
prodigy of his father, a perfect son for such a man.
thus, when his dad went to prison for aggravated assault, it shook
him. the man he so adored had been taken down. from that, alast
air took it upon himself to become 'deano'. he was young, but he u
nderstood what it meant. he began fighting, scrapping for what am
ounted to nothing more than the respect of a father who did not w
ant to see him from the across the tables at the visitation centre.
he and his mother moved from manchester to various different littl
e villages, an attempt by her to stop his behaviour that only proved
to exacerbate it. the new father figures came and went, most of th
em quoting deano's aggression as their reason for leaving, and they
finally found themselves in wales, in the back end of a forest that w
as rural enough to deserve its own word. it was isolated.
deano was fifteen when he met cadoc, a young man riddled with an
xiety, threatened by the 'rugby boys' at the local school, and genera
lly a rather sad case. instead of taking the baton and beating on him
the way everyone else did, deano found himself befriending the youn
g man, serving as his 'protector'.
they did everything together. no-one could quite put the two of them
together in their heads, couldn't figure out what drew them to one an
other, but it didn't matter. deano's behaviour improved. he, for the fir
st time in years, actually engaged in schoolwork, and in return, cadoc
was no longer threatened. the fight in alastair was reserved for lookin
g after his friend. cadoc grew more confident. deano was finally getti
ng the hang of acting like a real person.
he was sixteen when cadoc disappeared. off of the face of the earth,
gone. not just gone, but wiped. his house was abandoned, empty, his
name emptied from every database. his classmates had no idea who d
eano was looking for. he was, in all respects, dead to the world.
it drove him to the edge.
in an effort to search for him, deano attended a party thrown by one
of the boys that had given his absent friend trouble. once there, he b
egan to ask questions. to try to figure out why no-one seemed to know
where his best friend had gone, what had happened to him. it ended i
n blood, alastair throwing the boy out of his own kitchen window.
when he was arrested, he explained the situation to the police. he di
dn't truly think that he had done anything wrong - he was looking for
his friend. a friend, who, according to them, had never existed in the
first place.
the brigadier heard of his case through the grapevine, and managed t
o put two and two together. he visited the prison deano was being he
ld in and presented him with the facts: cadoc had been a victim of th
e collapsing space-time continuum. he had either been entirely wiped
or he was somewhere else entirely. when deano accepted this as fact,
without much else to base the occurrence off of, the brigadier propos
ed that he joined the team. 'you might find him', he had said. 'if you r
emember him, then it means there's a chance'.
with nothing else to lose, he took it. became an apprentice at aion, a
nd the rest is history.
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