Dylan grew up in a small family of three in the small town of Holland, to his father Sean, a hardworking local handyman, and Jill, a housewife. He's had a bad life for as long as he can remember which took great effect on his overall state of mind. The few good memories he has are all before the age of 10, when his family was whole, and although not wealthy, they had a loving relationship and a warm place to call home. It was sometime after his 10th birthday that he started noticing his first neighbor coming around the house more frequently than before. At the time he didn't think of it too much, but the shock came when one morning he woke up without a warm breakfast waiting for him in the kitchen, his clothes were not neatly laid on a chair besides his bed for the new school day and there was no sign of his mother. Just a small note left on that plaid tablecloth that simply said "Sorry".
It took a while for him to get over the fact that his own mother walked out on them, but his wounds healed eventually, garnering a certain hatred towards her.

In high school, few years later, he met his best friend, Jacob and a girl he didn't think of much at first but that would soon change. Claire was his perfect counterpart and he struggled for a while with the thought of doing anything to endanger their friendship, but one drunk Saturday night they kissed in junior year and from then on their young love would only grow stronger. The three of them, with Jake, used to go each day up to a small hilltop outside Holland to drink beer and enjoying the sunset together dreaming of things to come.
Unfortunately, as Dylan knew best, good things never last. During his routine job, his father was struck by lightning while doing some handywork at someone's house. He passed away on the spot leaving young Dylan in shatters and officially an orphan. Not only did he lose his home and feeling of safety, he had lost one man who raised him to be a forgiving and caring human being, one that taught him so many things during his 16 years of life. Losing his only source of income, his house was soon taken away along with rest of his belongings. Luckily he had Jacob and his gilfriend to look to. Young Dylan, crushed from inside would never be the same, but he still had people who cared for him. They noticed immediately he had changed from a cheerful and optimistic young man to an empty and resentful shell of a boy, spiteful towards the life he was given. Although he would act out at school he never turned away from Jacob, at whose house he was now living, and Claire, who still managed to creep out a smile out of him now and then.

For a few years things were looking better. The three finished college and Dylan finally had a break in his life. He was hoping to go to college sometime in the future, unable to pay for it at that moment, so he decided to work two jobs at a time just to gather enough money for his future. Both Claire and Jake went to find their luck elsewhere in the US, studying at different universities, while Dylan had to stay behind. It was a tough decision to make, but love eventually prevailed and him and Claire decided to try long distance, despite all odds. And with all the little bumps and bruises, in the end it worked out as he was now able to finally afford university. He decided to go not too far away, and applied at the University of the nearby city of Ann Arbor, trying to pursue a career in economics. After a few months, his two favorite people were back in town and were ready to come see him in the big city, but as fate would have it, they would never arrive. A careless truck driver went into their lane and collided head on into their car, leaving both of them dead.

Dylan, severely depressed and feeling very much alone, considered suicide every time. But he could never do it. Each time he'd reach that hilltop and consider leaping over the edge he'd always remember that one day when the three of them sat right there on that very same ridge overlooking their small town and talking about their futures. He thought it would be selfish to rid himself of his life and not fulfill at least one dream they had. So even in their deaths they would push him onward, molding him into a very resilient and self-reliant, yet lonesome individual. He eventually got a dog that would keep him company seeing as he now tried to avoid any type of attatchment, fearing it's repercussions. He returned to Holland and got a job at Lou's Vinyl, a job he previously worked at before going to college, an old and kind man who acted as his new father figure after his old man died. He's currently taking a year off from college trying to collect his thoughts after the loss and lives at Lou's shop, in a small room behind that used to serve as a storage unit. Lou is the only person he still talks to frequently.

Kevin was born in Raleigh, North Carolina to Kelly and Irving McBrien. His was a somewhat religious upbringing. Both of his parents were Catholic, his father a pretty devout one while his mother was more loosely connected to their faith. She was also a far more understanding person in general, and though Irving wasn't inflexible, he did have some unfair preconceptions about other demographics. His father was also a good amount more strict, but Kevin still respected him.

His youth was pretty average. His social life was lacking somewhat, but he was never without at least a few friends with whom he regularly hung out. He was a very smart student in school, and most schoolwork came naturally to him; especially science. He was always a very inquisitive person; questioning anything he could think of and trying to figure it all out. He loved learning how things work, but there were several things that he couldn't really get a clear, or consistent answer to.

Religion, philosophy, politics; the more abstract something became, the more interested in it he became, and also more frustrated. It wasn't really until high school that he began to ponder these things, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he got with people that they can't realize how intangible and uncertain these things were, yet people would argue with, demonize, and even kill each other over such things. It was at this point that he became an atheist, and his disdain for politics in general was formed; much to his father's chagrin. His mother wasn't unsupportive, though she did vocalize her concern for Kevin's atheism. In all honesty, both of his parents' reactions annoyed him. He thought it was ridiculous how they could think any differently of him over something that to him seemed so inconsequential.

He quickly grew tired of it, and when he graduated high school he moved to Ann Arbor in the hopes of getting away from them, and also to just get away in general and try something new. He started out pretty poor, though he made some friends while jumping from job to job, and the ones who were capable would help him out on occasion. He managed to stay afloat this way, but he realized it wasn't really sustainable and he would need to start college eventually. When he was 20 he decided to enlist as an Army National Guardsman to help make some extra money and cash in on the benefits. He hasn't regretted his decision yet, and with his training and his affinity towards guns, he got a decent job working at a gun store, and he decided to take up web design around the same time.

His life leveled off a bit by the time he turned 22. His interest in motorcycles led him to start a motovlogging channel on youtube, which brings in some extra money along with his government pay and freelance web designing. He started college around that time as well, though he has yet to decide on a major. Still, he has a reasonable amount of income, and his quality of life is pretty decent for the time being. He currently lives in a small, but relatively nice studio apartment near downtown Ann Arbor.