Dirk was the only name he had ever known, growing up on the planet of Vexxith alone for most of his childhood and through his early teens. He was now nineteen years of age, a boy on the verge of becoming a man. Though he felt trapped, marooned on a planet home to criminal masterminds and corrupt government officials, life was good to nobody here. Yet Dirk was smart, well he housed the smarts and the wits which allowed him to survive as long as he has here, managing to steal or scheme his way through everything, allowing his belly to be filled when he desired it to be.
Currently he was hiding away at the end of a dead end street, where very few lurked, which was the perfect place to hide away after pulling off his shady endeavors. He munched on an apple he had stolen from a food cart, devouring it like it was the best thing he had ever eaten. This was life down here for Dirk, he hoped and wished for more, to someday get off this soul crushing planet, but the longer time passed, the more he doubt that day would ever come for him.