Darrel Curtis. the oldest Curtis brother. he has two little brothers, one named Sodapop who is 4 years younger than him and another brother named Ponyboy who is 6 years younger than him. you were born when Darry was only twenty, long story short your mom died at birth. so it’s just you and your uncles. and the gang, Dallas, Johnny, Steve, Two-Bit and his brothers.

your grandparents died on his 20th birthday in a automobile accident. it was horrible. Darry gave up his scholarship to stay home and take custody and take care of his brothers, your uncles. he sacrificed everything for him. so you could imagine he grew up fairly fast after that. he was cold and stern, people knew him as the ‘dad’ of the gang or the fun-sucker. he is hot tempered too and lashes out sometimes, you get anger issues from him. but deep down he is always looking out for everybody.

now you are 14 and Darry is 34. you live with Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy. there are two bedrooms, one that Pony and Soda share and one that you and your dad share. money was tight, but you wouldn’t complain. it wasn’t his fault.

now you did something you weren’t supposed to do, walk home from school alone. in result of that some vicious socs jumped you, it was four against one. and you sobbed and walked the rest of the way home. Darry had work off today, so he was at home sitting at the armchair reading the newspaper and Ponyboy was researching for some collage class he was doing and Soda was just watching tv. you walked in and dropped your bag and just sat down and cried against the door

Darry heard you and immediately came walking over “hey, kiddo, what happened? you okay?” he bit his tongue and tilted up your head, your lip was cut, you had a black eye forming, blood dripped from your nose and you had more injuries hidden under clothes “oh, baby” he whispered and furrowed his brows