The city of Los Ochenta was not known for it's peace or it's safety, nor was it known for being somewhere someone could settle down- the city of Los Ochenta was known for it's ultraviolence, it's danger, and the brutal and aggressive police force and crime syndicates that warred and ruled the streets and the turf of every waking street that lined it's neon grid.

Though the city feigned a safe atmosphere, it definitely was NOT- hiding away in a cramped apartment that was not nearly enough for a man and his wife, the couple, wrought with psychosis and delusions fueled by the city's own truths, refused to participate in the culture of Los Ochenta, in terror of the world that was around them. Afraid of the dangerous city streets and of the potential death- or worse- that awaited them beyond their door, the couple rarely left their safe haven, ensuring their own lives.

And then the baby appeared, with eyes slitted like a venomous beasts and a warbling cry inhuman and shrill, and the couple- who had not birthed the child- feared him like they feared police brutality and mob vengeance and rings of sex and violence. The child, whom the Mr. and Mrs. Drive begrudgingly named Jericho like that of the city that had fell under God, was not treated like they would treat something born from their own loins, but like a monster they were trapped in the same prison cell as.

But the baby, who grew into a toddler, who grew into a child, was entranced by the neon lights that danced and whispered outside the single window of his empty bedroom. The child- Jericho- found himself dreaming of the gunshots and the screams of angry sex workers, and of squealing tires and police sirens. Everything outside that pane of glass was a mystical, magic, mysterious faraway land, as even Hell could look like Paradise if one was blinded enough.

In the dark of night, as his parents plotted his death, the disappearance of Jericho Drive was never reported in any newspaper nor talked about on the news. The inhuman child, so wide-eyed, was gone like a flame in the wind.

Upon finding himself in the street, Jericho found himself quickly, as a spirited away child, the victim of many different people trying to manipulate him- human traffickers, predators, gangsters who thought he'd make a good ransom, murderers who wanted a quick thrill. The only people who showed him an inch of kindness was a circle of veteran sex workers, who brought the young child into their brothel in fear he would end up dead- or worse- if he continued to wander the streets alone.

But the master of the brothel did not like the spunky, loud-mouthed child, and he was often the brunt of his aggression. Even the kind women who cared for Jericho like he was their own couldn't protect the boy all the time.

And when Drive was approached by **That Man**- he finally found a form of comfort and of solace, because it was only when his hands were wrapped tight around the wheel of the car gifted to him, enough to turn his knuckles pearly, Drive found himself truly, utterly, and unabashedly at peace.

However, through adversary Jericho found strength, and through strength, he found instability; the ever-changing, ever dangerous streets of Los Ochenta warped a wide-eyed young man into a criminal in only a matter of a few years, to the point that the man who now called himself Drive found he physically could not live without violence, lest his screaming brain pry itself open from the inside-out.

The crime syndicate within Los Ochenta known as the **Heartbreaker’s** who had picked him up- known for peddling dangerous, unfiltered pure ‘emotions’ as a drug- who had sought after the scarce rumors of the Mexican boy with the space-bending abilities and the penchant for violence, quickly adopted him into the group. Being homeless, he spent most of his time within the headquarters of the Heartbreaker’s gang, the **Dangerous Ritz**, and became quite well known.

When the Heartbreaker’s were usurped by **That Man’s** son, Dameon, Drive found no problem with it and even welcomed the change- routine made Drive restless and so a change of pace was heartily accepted by the courier, who, though rude and even outright nasty to the beast that was their new leader, still respected him enough to stay around.