redford hobbes was born on april fools day of all days. in fact, it could be said that his life started out as somewhat of a joke. for one, he was an accident & one his parents weren't too thrilled about, and secondly his upbringing was tragically laughable. his father was an alcoholic that when he'd come home from work, drunk as a skunk, would yell at his son and wife until the both were left in tears. and if he couldn't manage to yell because he was slurring his words, he'd beat on the two of them, leaving them black and blue and huddled in a corner.
redford grew to despise his father for the abuse & resentful to is mother because she never protected him. he considered himself independent of them from a very young age, often taking care of himself whether it was stealing from local convenience stores or from his neighbors when they turned their back. he knew that he could only take care of himself and that's exactly what he did.
redford's outlook on life hadn't changed much as he grew older. he took care of himself and didn't care much for those around him. that was until he met his future wife, barbara. the two fell madly into a whirlwind romance and it was the first time in his life that redford felt as if he could finally stop watching his back. he had someone to depend on. someone to love. his life felt complete. and with the addition of their child, redford vowed to himself that he would be the complete opposite of his parents.
unfortunately, nothing gold can stay, and redford fell into the mix with the mob. it first started out harmless; he'd run packages to the docks or wherever they'd need, but eventually it escalated. the pay was good, far better than his day job, but as his wife's pregnancy neared it's end, redford wanted out to earn straight. however, his bosses didn't agree. they sent out a couple of henchmen to send a message via intimidation, but their plans took a turn and their intimidation turned into a double manslaughter of his wife and unborn child.
needless to say, redford experienced a psychotic break over the death of the only two people he's ever loved and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital outside of boston. it was there that a cocktail of medication, group & private therapy, and constant supervision eventually helped him to move past the unfortunate death and he was able to continue on with his life. or whatever he could call it now.
continuing with the cocktail of medication and private therapy sessions every week, redford had managed to keep himself on the verge of another breakdown, but had learned well enough to fake it so he wouldn't be sent back. though some days he felt he had nothing to live for, there were moments of lucidity where he'd tell himself that suicide wasn't what his wife would want for him.
it's been 10 years since his time in his little padded oasis and he's been managing the seesaw that is his emotional and mental stability. he had gone back to work as a mechanic, keeping to himself as he continues to go through the motions of his daily life.