Deano arrived in the city before the outbreak. He was there for a stag party held by an old friend. After a night out he awoke in a tent surrounded by people speaking in a strange tongue. Confused and nervous he left when the medic turned away. Ever since that moment he roams the land looking over his shoulder trying to see what tomorrow brings. Spumoni was well known in the southern region of his land. His weekend antics were always stories to remember. Like that time he stole a keg, only to find out it was empty. While many people knew his name, Deano liked to keep to himself, under all the attention he got he was rather humble. Those who shared a whiskey with him would only know the other side of him, the competitive one. When Deano was in these moods it was wise not to cross him, "left buried under a caravan" some would say.
While he had changed he still kept a positive outlook to life, his hunt for alcohol and anything else to soothe his needs was what gave him the will to live. He decided to look for a new life with a new start, little did he know what was going to happen. They say people change and can become the monsters they create within themselves, this was always a thought for Deano during his dark days.
Ever since the outbreak Deano was not the same, the once outgoing journeyman had now become a shadow of his former self.