Donovan had never had any grand plans about going away from the sleepy little town he called home. It was perfect to him through most of his earlier years exploring the surrounding woods and making friends when he wasn't. His parents, a strong southern pair from New Orleans, had moved there just before middle school which was a bit of a culture shock for him. He adapted rather well to his surroundings however, making friends and just enjoying life away from the city life he knew. When he had first met Eden it was a special thing to him as she had become a close friend, hell she had been his first real friend while the rest were still warming up to him and he would never forget it. When she eventually left for New York his feelings were understandably mixed because while he was happy to see her going places he knew he was going to miss his dear friend. He had jumped between jobs for awhile before working for a long time at the local lumber mill which he rather enjoyed despite cutting down the trees he enjoyed walking among, but he eventually would try his luck at the local bar with a promise to come back if it didn't pan out.

Walking in the woods had always been a favorite pastime of Donovan because it gave him time to himself when he was stressed. A couple months ago he decided on one such walk to decompress from work at his current job at the local bar, The Malt, but his boss was taking a serious toll on him. The man's daughter, Aya, was all over him purposely to piss off her old man, not like it had been any better without working at his bar, and neither one's attention was well received by the young man who disliked everything about the situation. The stress had been getting to him more than usual and despite how dark it was he decided against his better judgment to continue his walk for longer. He had felt like someone was following him not long after his decision though the forest had seemed different that night to say the lest and he remembers something hitting him, it had felt like a fully loaded tractor trailer, throwing him into a tree shoulder first which he found out later had shattered it. He almost passed out from the pain but managed to get up and start moving at fast as he could back to the small road outside of town where he was actually hit by a truck who he came out just in front of, the crunching of bone, the hellish pain, and finally his skull bouncing off the asphalt before it all went dark.

Donovan shook his head and realized he had been sitting staring blankly across his apartment his memories coming back to him vividly, some new some old, but all in a flood. The six-foot three Cajun stood up moving to the bathroom to looking himself in his dark blue eyes in the mirror, not to mention the numerous scars which followed his recovery, feeling as if something was different though what he couldn't tell. All he knew was since the strange attack/accident everyone seemed to distance themselves from him because of things he'd apparently said or done and he called them out for treating him like some sort of psychopathic asshole he wasn't. He was a large, well built guy, a gentle giant Eden had called him, with a seeming permanent tan being outside so often with dark brown hair to match. So he wondered how if he had been acting this way they described more people hadn't been hurt, those he had remembered were people who had it coming for one reason or another. He felt a bit sick realizing he had just tried justifying violence to himself and got into the shower to numb his thoughts.

Donovan got out chalking it up to the stress and pressure before getting out and throwing on pair of briefs and some old jeans to wear. He wasn't going to work for some hours so he sat down in his favorite chair in the small kitchen of his apartment. He remembered that it hadn't just been the townsfolk unnerved by him but his doctors who were concerned despite his quick recovery which he felt was just his own need to get back up and get moving in action. He decided to try to push the thoughts out of his head and wrap his brain around lunch which came to mind with the rumble of his stomach snapping him out of his negative thinking for which he was grateful.