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New OC! Here's the backstory:
(He was born 1984) Dally had always been an outcast among his peers, barely even going to school anyway because his parents had abandoned him and his grandma who he lived with was too old to get out of bed to take him to school. Of course the cops raised concern, but they really didn't care. All they wanted was to get paid and go home. His grandma was also emotionally abusive, yelling at him and calling him the worst things at any chance she got, even throwing things at him. This is where his hate for society and other people started. The few times he did go to school, he was picked on and excluded. One particular kid picked on him more, and that really got on his nerves. That one kid happened to be his neighbor too. One day,(1994, he was 10) while Dal was at home since his grandma never took him to school, he came up with the idea of sneaking into his bully’s home through the open window while they were at school, and stealing their gerbil. After doing so, he brought it back to his room in his house, and killed it. With each attempt at escaping and each screech of the rodent, Dally grew more impatient and his temper shorter. He bent back its limbs and broke its bones in anger, killing it slowly. Shortly after, his grandma came yelping and screaming at him to cook her something, a daily practice for her. He was fed up with her. He absolutely loathed her. He thought she was a useless sack of meat, incapable of anything, just waiting for inevitable death. A waste of space. She spent all her time belittling him. He wanted her to just die off already. Without a second thought, he threw the gerbil’s parts into the frying pan and cooked it. He watched his grandma eat slowly in tiny bites, lifting the fork with her frail fingers. “What a fool.” He thought. He kept feeding her rodents from that day on (Until she died when he was 16), eventually moving onto killing bigger animals like cats and birds. He fed her these each day, especially the days when money was tight. He was fantasizing the day he revealed to his grandmother what she had been eating all these years, the look of horror and disgust on her face, the pain she’d feel at the fact she had been living off of poor innocent animals killed for her grandson’s sadistic pleasure. He spent his highschool years as an outcast as well, being known as the weird kid on the block, and in school as well. Nobody talked to him and he didn’t talk to anybody either, on the days he even went to school. He was forced to live on his own when he was 16, almost 17, and his grandmother died. He spent a year living on the streets, but finally managed to get an apartment when he turned 18, with the funds his grandma had left for him when she died. On his own, with no college degree, and short on money, he was in a tight spot. The Burger place a couple blocks away from his apartment just happened to be hiring, with very low standards. It wasn’t like he could’ve gotten a better job than at a diner-fast-food place, with little education and no degree. Despite his lack of academic knowledge, he was extremely street smart and great at acting, so he got the job easily. He got along with everybody, being the nicest and best employee there. The place he worked at was called “Cra-Z Burgers”. He could walk easily to and from work, since his apartment was a mere two blocks away. However, on his walks back from work, there would always be a homeless man at the corner. Now, Dal always tried to help homeless people since he sympathized with them and most were kind, but this guy was just flat out mean. One day (2003, Dally is 19), he physically attacked Dally, and Dally had enough of it. He spent the entire night planning out the man’s murder, step by step methodically. But he failed to plan the aftermath. After the murder, he stood in the alleyway, his plastic gloves stained red, wondering what to do. He thought for a bit, and remembered the delivery system— each week, a different employee at Cra-Z Burgers was tasked with ordering the ingredients such as patties and other things. This week was his to deliver, to his luck. He ordered all the ingredients, except for one. He did not order patties this time. The next day, he prepared the patties of human meat, gently but firmly packing them into little pucks of meat. Upon serving the first couple burgers, it hit him. The feeling he got when feeding his grandmother the animals he killed. The thrill and rush and satisfaction and sense of power, feeding unassuming people his prey, and the blood was one his hands. And they were absolutely, completely, utterly clueless. What fools! It was laughable. He kept killing and making human patties, which became part of his monthly routine. He really hadn’t done much his whole life other than sleep, kill, cry, and play videogames on his gameboy. That was his entire existence, and it pained him to think of it. So he never did. He kept feeding the unknowing customers the human meat, and would watch them eat it, giggling and chuckling at the irony of it. And this is where the present begins…

Description
New OC! Here's the backstory:
(He was born 1984) Dally had always been an outcast among his peers, barely even going to school anyway because his parents had abandoned him and his grandma who he lived with was too old to get out of bed to take him to school. Of course the cops raised concern, but they really didn't care. All they wanted was to get paid and go home. His grandma was also emotionally abusive, yelling at him and calling him the worst things at any chance she got, even throwing things at him. This is where his hate for society and other people started. The few times he did go to school, he was picked on and excluded. One particular kid picked on him more, and that really got on his nerves. That one kid happened to be his neighbor too. One day,(1994, he was 10) while Dal was at home since his grandma never took him to school, he came up with the idea of sneaking into his bully’s home through the open window while they were at school, and stealing their gerbil. After doing so, he brought it back to his room in his house, and killed it. With each attempt at escaping and each screech of the rodent, Dally grew more impatient and his temper shorter. He bent back its limbs and broke its bones in anger, killing it slowly. Shortly after, his grandma came yelping and screaming at him to cook her something, a daily practice for her. He was fed up with her. He absolutely loathed her. He thought she was a useless sack of meat, incapable of anything, just waiting for inevitable death. A waste of space. She spent all her time belittling him. He wanted her to just die off already. Without a second thought, he threw the gerbil’s parts into the frying pan and cooked it. He watched his grandma eat slowly in tiny bites, lifting the fork with her frail fingers. “What a fool.” He thought. He kept feeding her rodents from that day on (Until she died when he was 16), eventually moving onto killing bigger animals like cats and birds. He fed her these each day, especially the days when money was tight. He was fantasizing the day he revealed to his grandmother what she had been eating all these years, the look of horror and disgust on her face, the pain she’d feel at the fact she had been living off of poor innocent animals killed for her grandson’s sadistic pleasure. He spent his highschool years as an outcast as well, being known as the weird kid on the block, and in school as well. Nobody talked to him and he didn’t talk to anybody either, on the days he even went to school. He was forced to live on his own when he was 16, almost 17, and his grandmother died. He spent a year living on the streets, but finally managed to get an apartment when he turned 18, with the funds his grandma had left for him when she died. On his own, with no college degree, and short on money, he was in a tight spot. The Burger place a couple blocks away from his apartment just happened to be hiring, with very low standards. It wasn’t like he could’ve gotten a better job than at a diner-fast-food place, with little education and no degree. Despite his lack of academic knowledge, he was extremely street smart and great at acting, so he got the job easily. He got along with everybody, being the nicest and best employee there. The place he worked at was called “Cra-Z Burgers”. He could walk easily to and from work, since his apartment was a mere two blocks away. However, on his walks back from work, there would always be a homeless man at the corner. Now, Dal always tried to help homeless people since he sympathized with them and most were kind, but this guy was just flat out mean. One day (2003, Dally is 19), he physically attacked Dally, and Dally had enough of it. He spent the entire night planning out the man’s murder, step by step methodically. But he failed to plan the aftermath. After the murder, he stood in the alleyway, his plastic gloves stained red, wondering what to do. He thought for a bit, and remembered the delivery system— each week, a different employee at Cra-Z Burgers was tasked with ordering the ingredients such as patties and other things. This week was his to deliver, to his luck. He ordered all the ingredients, except for one. He did not order patties this time. The next day, he prepared the patties of human meat, gently but firmly packing them into little pucks of meat. Upon serving the first couple burgers, it hit him. The feeling he got when feeding his grandmother the animals he killed. The thrill and rush and satisfaction and sense of power, feeding unassuming people his prey, and the blood was one his hands. And they were absolutely, completely, utterly clueless. What fools! It was laughable. He kept killing and making human patties, which became part of his monthly routine. He really hadn’t done much his whole life other than sleep, kill, cry, and play videogames on his gameboy. That was his entire existence, and it pained him to think of it. So he never did. He kept feeding the unknowing customers the human meat, and would watch them eat it, giggling and chuckling at the irony of it. And this is where the present begins…