Dustin is known by his peers as a practical man with almost very impractical necessities or methods in which he uses to drown his past with whatever liquor he could get his hands on despite being an effective killer. Born into an obscure village to which he does not know the name of, Dustin was later adopted by a group of scavengers who eventually took him in after he was orphaned. The settlement Dustin was born into was comprised of only twenty or so people before he found himself an orphan at infancy when members of the marauding Forsaken order raided his village and killed off most the inhabitants, leaving the infant to die, only to be later eaten off by vultures. Fortune, however, had soon somehow turned in his favor, just barely, as a group of local scavengers and travelers came into the settlements and later took him in as one of their own. More specifically, the young Dustin was taken as the adopted son of Dave Campbell Supertramp, a reformed member who once belonged to the Forsaken Order. Dave later left his life there to integrate in the small semi-nomadic, scavenger group known as the "Supertramps."

While growing up in the hands of scavengers, Dustin rapidly began to learn the ways of scrapping together items in order to put them to practical use for survival instances or to sell. It was in those early moments of childhood where Dustin could easily ensemble items and have them be put to use or experiment with the preworld technology he scavenged. His education would be at the hands of the only few scavengers he considered as his family who themselves only barely knew how to read. They were limited and only possessed the knowledge of counting and basic math, but Dustin made the best of it, grabbing all knowledge he could require in the short time given to him and learn from the old books he found in the ruins of great libraries or schools. As he grew older into his teens, the family of scrappers thought it was finally time to settle back into the metropolis where they would do business which inevitably failed over time, but made enough income to survive in a medium sized apartment with their jobs.

The family would soon abstain from the metropolis life and would later spend most of their time in smaller cities in order to avoid competition from other businesses. It was in that small, bleak moment of despair later in his life, that Dustin began to become very sharp-tongued and a good businessman, able to persuade others into buying something or swindle them for their money. This was all due to efforts of wanting to help his family survive with his adopted brother who he became fond of. His childhood, until the age of 14, mainly consisted of days spent on the road with his family where he learned to fend himself verbally from those who would harm his family and if words did not work, his skill investing in using a gun would certainly be of use. Dustin would later kill his first man at the age of 14 and swore never to touch a gun again until his father gave him a word of advice on travelling into the known world and the many dangers that came with it.

"Live is rough but that doesn't give you the right to be... Or even completely withdraw from defending yourself against people who are trying to hurt you and those you care about." his father told him and soon, the reformed bandit would later convince the young boy to take arms again. It was at that age when he began to practice gun-slinging with his adopted brother and father, who was trained considerably train in the subject due to once being a member of the Forsaken Order and taught both of them well. It was thought that both sons were equally as good as one another but Dustin's brother, Dave, was far superior shot in long ranged combat where Dustin had developed a skill in shorter ranged combat with mainly pistol and other hand weapons. Together, they would prove to be an effective team of wanderers who could easily defend themselves against any threat bestowed on the family.

However, Dustin later left the "Supertramp" family soon after at the age of 17 in order to pursue a life of adventuring around the known world solo. If anyone were to ask him why he left, he probably would never have an answer other than "I want to see what I'm capable of" but there was something much more meaningful at hand. A gut feeling which urged a desire to venture on his own into the world by himself which were almost undoubtedly sparked by the scrapped books he found and read as a child. With the open world ahead of him and home left behind, Dustin would be able to pursue an adventure on his own to "prove himself."

With no sense of true direction, Dustin initially thought of doing an earnest, hardworking job to get a depiction of what city life was like. The life of working as a construction worker near the docks would last Dustin for a few years where he managed to somehow enjoy city life, and the occasional night life that came with it. A night at the club, plus the occasional one night stands with women brought a short sense of the feeling of being young and reckless until he laid eyes on one women he could not let go of and became attached with at age 19. They were nights spent with hard earned money on booze, gambling, and whoring - all of which would take the majority of most of the young man's weekend. Falling in and out of relationships were quite frequent with Dustin but he managed to find one woman who managed to stay with him, for a while at least, until his "maiden" as he called her, cheated on him with another man. When finding out, Dustin found himself in a fist fight that he won almost effortlessly but nearly left the man dead and left his girlfriend all together.

Finding the city life unsatisfying after a while and with a heartbreak of an unloyal woman still aching him, Dustin had plans of leaving the city life to pursue the life of a scavenger although he had no idea where to start or who would hire him. This was until he happened to fall on a small group of scavengers who hired him for his services. Dustin asserted that he was an able body guard, capable of protecting almost anyone from bandits, doing dirty work and assuring that both needs were satisfied. In the eyes of most men, self-dubbed badasses were could most certainly talk the talk but would rarely apply their so called "skills" in most situations. Dustin, whoever, made an exception, when a band of five Forsaken Order raiders arrived at the Scavenger Caravan with malicious intend of hoarding the supplies by force but was mainly stopped in their tracks by Dustin who had proven himself a decent guard. Guardian of scavengers became guardian of caravans, guardian of caravans became guardian of important people, guardian of important people meant a hired gun.

Ironically, by a twist of fate, Dustin would later became the same criminal he did not want to become and for a while in the years which pursued afterwards, the young man became a notable gunslinger and hitman. One who was capable of truly doing what he claimed he was capable of doing - which brought the attention of higher clansmen or factions who would most undoubtedly require his services. Despite being offered a number of jobs which offered him opportunities of fast riches for his services, Dustin would simply inclined those promises of a better life in exchange fro their loyalty and claimed that he was a "low key guy" and wanted to remain a simple gunman, preforming simple jobs from simpletons. Attracting too much attention would definitely put his life at an even more risk with people who would most certainly "meet his level of expertise" and although the money maybe worth it, Dustin thought it would be best to abstain from such opportunities, for now anyways.

One day, while doing a normal raid, the hitman later found himself separated from his group and was alone in a sticky situation with enemies all around him. It was an ambush waiting for them as the entire team was scattered in the camp. The gunslinger had traveled far into the enemy's territory by sheer coincidence and missed most of the cross fire. While trying to make the sounds of his own men from the heavy gunfire with scattered across the entire small battlefield, Dustin would have to shoot his way out. Somewhere in the living quarters, Dustin tried to search for anything that would be useful in blowing his way out of the camp when he stumbled across three men who he immediately killed but not after they would get a shot at him. One of the men held a flamethrower, where he came from, Dustin did not know but the flames managed to burn deep into his left arm before the gunslinger put a bullet through his head, deep into the Pyromancer's gas mask. The possession they were protecting was a small mineral of some sort, which glowed a bright green, even in the daylight. Dustin kept it concealed in his jacket while he managed to escape the premises with his life. The raid was unsuccessful and Dustin managed to some out of their although not completely in one piece as his hand was severely burned from the flamethrower.

A few days of walking (and managing to lose the mineral he found somewhere in the vast desert), the gunslinger managed to find himself in a settlement where they treated his wounds before the infections crawled deep into his wounds. The aftermath was a minor form of leprosy which dug its roots into his skin and caused a excruciatingly burning feeling into his hand. While walking through the hot desert, Dustin was founded by a group of rangers from a local settlement to the North where he was being treated with a handful of pain medication and antibiotics to help rid of the infection. The wounds managed to heal over time although his left pinky just above the middle phalanx was severed due to being so infected and the wounds left dark varicose veins across his lower left arm. His hand now, can still clinch into a fist but not function as properly as it once did before his injuries as he cannot seem to use it to hold a gun properly until he contracted an illness weeks later.

It was weeks after the battle that Dustin began to become sick with a small, minor cold which lasted only a few days but left the young gunslinger tired and wry. The young man would later fall asleep in his small shack he called a home, It was a sleep of heavy and lucid dreaming and when he awoke from his slumber, he realized he had been asleep for several days. However, the moment he woke from his heavy semi-coma, he began to take notice he felt stronger and more keen than ever as his precision with a pistol increased but still left his left hand plagued with the aftermaths of disease but could still hold a pistol with it, somewhat.

The events which unfolded after that raid was nothing more than a story to be told of surviving in the criminal world as Dustin soon turn back to the only job he was ever good at doing. Fate, however, had something in store from him as the young gunslinger seemed to have built another reputation for himself. He began to rise again from the ashes, as a newer, more notorious hitman as his disabilities soon led to his strength in killing albeit restraining himself from ever being famous or being hired by far wealthier employees. To this day, Dustin still tries to live a simple life, free from any sense of ownership and often travels around the known world, often being noted by the people who employ him for his services or bare witness to it.