Johnny, known as the pet in the gang was quiet, scared, thoughtful. Johnny had it tough at home with his dad drinking and his mother beating him like a a dirt road. Johnny was misunderstood and it wasn’t his fault he had a rough time every single day. The only person who cared for him was his gang and Dallas, Dallas. Dallas loved johnny with a passion and he respected that. Johnny followed along like a lost puppy with everyone else and he was tough and he tried to fit it, at least. Everyone beat on him like he was some piñata. Johnny had a figure which was him being a mortal and frightened. Some point in life, no one would ever understand his perspective and the way he thought and wondered about the world, only his gang.