Dante K.C. Williams's Questionnaire

Dante lives in a tiny one-bedroom apartment located in El Paso, Texas. His family has lived in Texas going back to the 19th century and his father inherited generational wealth as part of an Oil Dynasty. Dante was the black sheep of the family since his father had made a mistake in the family's eyes by marrying a woman they didn't approve of. Dante's mother took him away from the family and accepted a divorce settlement so Dante's father could marry a woman the family approved of. The money only lasted so far and Dante has been living in abject poverty ever since his mother got sick when he was young and the money dried up during her treatments. He has been living in El Paso since she died, they moved there for her treatment.

Dante has been working meaningless odd jobs and soul-crushing retail jobs since he could legally work. All his money has gone to helping his mother and taking care of his own needs so she didn't have to when she was alive. He has been working as an electronic's salesman for the past few years and makes extra money taking damaged goods from clients that would just through the broken tech away and fixing it up to resell on the streets. He pays for a tiny apartment, a meager pantry and wardrobe, and a small moped that he maintains with regular visits to the scrap yard for cheap parts. He has made some friends in criminal elements because of his work.

Ever since his mother died he's been experiencing horrible dreams where he becomes terrible monsters. In some dreams, he is a devil tempting others to explore hell itself knowing that they are likely to fall into temptation and become trapped in the fires. In other dreams, he is a revenant returned from the dead after being gunned down by his best friend, now on a quest for revenge. He sees these dreams as warnings of dire fates to follow and he wants to control his fate and become something better, something greater. He is far from achieving this as he doesn't know what destiny is truly in store for him, though he feels he's at the edge of a great change. He doesn't want to kill anyone which troubles him because of how often these dreams involve him killing and forcing others to suffer. If he has to kill the part of himself that makes these destinies happen he will.

When Dante's father cast them aside he lost his childhood and all sense of order in his life. He was a child now fighting to discover his future and what his life was meant to be. When his mother died he felt like a piece of him died with her, she was the only constant in his world and now she was gone, dead and buried and he had nowhere to turn. He had to forge his path and he had to start with a thorny path behind him and a dark forest before him. He knows that he only has himself and whatever of himself he can sacrifice and survive.

Tobias Williams-Guthrie: Dante's half brother, 5 years his junior and trying to get in touch with him. He is a good kid and wants to help his brother even if the family discourages him, Dante has tried to be kind to him but he doesn't want anything to do with the Williams family when it could be held over his head or taken away in the blink of his eye.

Arturo Rivera: Owner of Arturo's Scrapyard, an older latino man who gave Dante his first moped as a bonus for good work cleaning his scrap yard and helped teach him mechanical repair. The closest thing Dante has to a father though Arturo has 5 children and 8 grand children to consider over Dante.

Isabella Morello: Dante's aunt on his mothers side. Isabella inherited running the gang started by Luis Morello, her father. Her sister Daniella ran from the criminal history and refused to tell Isabella or Luis about Dante, they only learned about him after she died. 

Dante spent the first 5 years of his life living as the scion of a wealthy family. He was able to exist as a happy child in a very unhappy home as his rich father's family disapproved of his and his mother's existence. His mother was Gabriella, a Mexican/Apache woman who lived away from her family and met his father Charles Williams at a function where she worked as catering staff. Charles was a young man out of college and fell for Gabriella but soon began to buckle to pressure from his family. 

After Charles and Gabriella divorced Dante was forced to move to a life of squalor and borderline neglect. He wasn't able to fit in most places and while he did graduate as a C+ student he has learned most of his life skills from the streets. It's given him a bounty of practical knowledge and some less-than-savory skills. 

He doesn't feel he belongs anywhere usually. Very rarely does he find someone that doesn't look at him like some piece of trash or outcast, he only had a few friends in school and he lost touch when his mother died.

In highschool Dante was a lonely puppy looking for any woman that would give him company and comfort as his mother was in the hospital and he wasn't able to visit. He loved them all but he wasn't necessarily in love. He probably doesn't know what romantic love actually feels like due to feeling like he was somehow undeserving of it. He has bounced from relationship to relationship unable to really find satisfaction and always in the pursuit of base pleasures and comforts. He hasn't had a steady girlfriend in over a year and part of that comes from being a broke loser who is trying not to drown. Perhaps all that will change once he has a little bit more power and freedom.

The one thing my mother never tried to sell for rent money or medicine money was a rosary that had been in our family for 3 generations. When she died I lost all faith in god but that Rosary is no longer for god. Every bead on it is filled with my memories and love for her and I only ever pray to talk to her and let her know I am doing okay. I take it out to talk to whenever I finish one of these jobs and survive, telling her that no matter what I did to survive it was all in the hopes of being able to live a good life. I hope she can hear me and no matter what I will keep that Rosary, maybe in the future passing it to my kids as a treasure along with the prosperity I am bleeding for with these contracts.

The toolbox Arturo gave me to store the scraps and parts I have gotten from him over the years are almost as valuable to me, but sadly I constantly have to replace the tools and parts as I fix what I need to to survive.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm on my phone and curse everything as I pull myself up from the futon and get a cold shower to wake up and avoid risking my water heater breaking and having to deal with my landlord. I then pull on clothing and get a lavish banquet of days-old leftover Chinese food and then go deliver tech I've fixed to shady fuckers or go to work at the electronics shop. I keep my hair short enough to easily style without much product, though I keep some for dates, I shave every day I have to work at my real job but I take days off if I don't have to be around "Civilized" people. I sometimes go get breakfast at local churches that do community days, I volunteer to clean up and get some decent food out of the deal for free and I make some decent friends that I can do odd jobs for, all I gotta do is play nice and mutter some lipservice to Big J.

I like to look good on dates. I go to thrift stores and find decent clothes to spruce up. It's important to me that my date knows that even if I am a broke bitch I care about making her look good. I like jackets and button-down shirts, and I am a sucker for good stylish boots. I have found some good western boots in discount shops and splurged when I have the money. I can't stand the hats but A good bolo tie can really make an outfit for me. I spend a few hours getting ready, a shower, a shave, making sure the clothes are lint and wrinkle-free. I can look good if I try and I try my damnedest when I want company. It's not rare for me to want company but it is rare for me to pursue it. I have to be able to push down my feeling of being a worthless orphan to really pursue a companion.

I always do the same thing for my birthday. I go visit my moms gravestone. Someone paid for it when I was a kid and its in a nice part of the cemetery. I go there, clean the lot and talk with her about my life. I like to think she can hear me though I know shes not there. She believed in God, I don't anymore but I still say the lords prayer with her rosary at the grave before I go. the last thing I do each night is get the most expensive meal i can afford and eat to my hearts content. I save up weeks in advance and a few times I've been able to afford a pretty decent spread.