The Red and Yellow Axe slams into the cracked and burning wooden door. The muffled grunt of Dustin through his AirHawk II gasmask is just loud enough to be heard on the other side. The woman screams in the burning apartment building behind the door as the glowing embers float surround Dustin like a sandstorm. The axe breaks off the end of the door as Dustin readjusts his grip on the tool. Dustin scans the door, the only object keeping him from the woman, the smoke coats the room like a thick black molasses. The woman's screams fade, the burning hellfire approaching her. His muscles burn from the exhaustion, he looks at the door frame. Dusty Notices the Fire has neglected the posts supporting the majority of the supports. Dustin smiles under his mask, his eyes narrow as he returns his gaze to the door. He drops the axe, he looks at the hinges of the door, the metal red with heat and the screws nearly melting. Dustin's shoulder tense up as he stares down the barrier that has been keeping him from the nearly dead New Yorker. His eyes show the flame reflecting in front of him and he moves his pecks to tighten the shape of his body. He twists his shoulder to face the door, he crouches down slightly getting ready to run. Dustin releases his breath, the fire and the ash seems to slow around him as he prepares for the attack. Suddenly Dustin charges towards the door, his Fire Jacket deflecting heat and flame as he pushes through the golden embers. He slams into the door, his grunt can be heard over the deafening sound of fire in the apartment. Dustin collects himself quickly, looking to his left to find the limp and passed out woman on the floor. Dustin's eyes show regret, he pain in his shoulder is neglects as he moves towards her. His fifty pounds of gear restricting his movements. Nonetheless Dustin picks up the young girl, she is no more than 17 years old. Her torn and burnt dress drapes over her legs scared from heat and fire. Dusty holds the young girl threshold, throwing her arm over his neck keeping her locked onto him. Dusty holds her up by the bend in her knees and supporting her by the womans back. Dusty does not even spent any time to check she is alive, only returning through the door. Dusty uses his broad shoulders to cover the woman from potential falling rafters and melting embers. Dustin Mackley walks out of the burning apartment complex, his grey jacket turned black from the ash and smoke. His visor dirty and clouded, the eyes behind the glass are fixed on the Ambulance prepared for the woman. He walks directly past the woman's mother, who is crying watching her daughter limp in the man's arm. Dustin places the woman down on the stretcher. He rolls up his sleeve as he looks at the distraught mother. Her belongings left lying around her, burnt and tattered. The cheers from his crew are muffled by his helmet. Only faint cheers of ‘Dusty!’ and ‘Mack!’ breach the steel. Dusty drops his tank, the Fast Steel drops like a brick onto the paved New York parking lot. Dusty reaches to unclip his mask, the ash covered gloves cloud his mask more as he releases the seal. Once he removes his knightly helmet and drops to the floor. The weight of his equipment assisting gravity, pulling him closer to hell. His hands find his hair as he begins to run them through his back curls. His eyes, fix to the embers on his boots, the Fire still reflecting in Dusty's eyes.
Dustin was born on October 16th, 1995 in New York. He grew up quick, watching the violence and death on his own inner city streets. He wanted to be a cop, his eyes always fixed on the Law enforcement trying the best they could. See, his father was a Marine, always talking about his service during Desert Storm. Dustin's father pushed for him to be a Marine, follow in his father's shoes and join. But, Dustin never liked hurting people, he never enjoyed getting back at bullies. He believed that as long as the bad people were treated nice, they too could become nice people. Dustin joined the FDNY as soon as he could, working his damnedest to get on the good side of Fire Chief James E. Leonard. The Chief was a real asshole, completely disregarding the FDs need for proper funding and send the money towards the new garage doors. This where he received his nickname Mack, for his last name.
Dustin learned to hate the idea of being locked in the Firehouse for the duration of his shift, he wanted to get out and do something with the city folk. He longed to help people, making sure they were safe. He got into preventive fire fighting and took the first chance he got during the summer to fly down to the West Cost. The sun baked like the fire inside his eyes keeping his ideas on track. He stayed in Cali for a few months, fighting forest fires with trained volunteers and preventive tactics. He learned to love Cali, the women, the sun, the food and the people. However the firefighting wasn't what he wanted, the money was great but the feeling he desired was missing, creating that void in his soul. He still wanted to help people, directly, seeing the effects of his work and labor to watch the prosperity of the Human life. He quickly packed his bags and moved back to NY.
The destruction he saw inside the buildings he ran into fuel him. His heart racing and his breath quickening as he sees the devils fire consume him and his gear sends waves of power and richness through him. His body pushed to overpower the relentless force of Fire to free its captors in some burning apartment building or home. Dustin received his new nickname after returning from Cali, Dusty. The name resembles the dust and ash he collects every time he runs into a burning home. He was always the first one in, last one out of the house. His career in FDNY only accelerated as he stormed passed the seniors. He continued to be promoted and was eventually send all across the country and even sent abroad for study and training. Now apart of a segment of the International Fire Safety Training Center, he traveled to mainly poorer segments of Eastern European countries to assess and evaluate countries training. One of these countries was Chernarus, a simple small Ex-Commie country. Dusty was selected with a small team of IFTC officials to plan and set up a training location... As the bombs fell, Dusty would be held back by his team. His body struggling to overpower the trained and fit Firefighters. His pleas to assist the population echo in the apartment building they were stationed in.
Heat, Helping any way he can, Fire, Silence, Brotherhood, Respect
Hurting people, Commitment, Proper love, Infected, Cheaters, Bandits, Thieves