as a young child, micah rarely followed the rules. it's not to say he was a terrible child; he liked breaking rules for fun, but never to harm anyone else. little micah was devious enough to get himself in trouble, smart enough to get himself out of it, and cute enough to make people forget about it, albeit temporarily. and, being the only child, his parents very rarely enforced groundings. teachers cut him a break in exchange for good grades. shortly into his childhood, micah was no longer an only child. biologically speaking, his parents never had any more children; however, upon the death of his aunt, his cousin came to live with them. he had always been friends with peter, and it only came natural to accept him as his brother. and, this provided an opportunity for micah to have a partner in crime--the pair found themselves causing mischief wherever they went. micah's parents often frowned upon their mischief, but never felt disappointed--they knew that micah was trying to be a good friend, cousin, and brother to pete. he acted as his older brother at times, making sure he kept pete from getting beaten up too badly after flirting with some other guy's girlfriend. (this happened a lot.)
the troublesome twosome continued on past high school, and eventually the two of them joined emergency medical services for the boston fire department. though they both loved a little mischief, they both enjoyed the satisfaction of helping another person any way they could. the men flourished in their careers as EMT's, talking the administrative staff into letting them work the same shift, so they became partners. however, after some time, pete started to act strange...he started missing work more and more. he wasn't himself, but micah couldn't put his finger on it. he would ask, but pete never went into detail, instead leaving the subject vague and undiscussed. eventually, pete resigned, leaving micah without a partner. of course it bothered him--he'd spent more than half his life attached to pete, but they were adults. maybe it was time to move on, he would often think.
with the way his cousin's life had been evolving, micah felt like he was being left in the dust. he busied himself with work, picking up double shifts and more overnights than one person should. he soon became a certified paramedic, and worked toward other certifications. if he kept himself busy with work, maybe he'd feel like he was making more of a difference in the world. his boss recognized this, and suggested he take the necessary coursework to become a critical care paramedic. micah had never considered a career in the medical field--a kid straight out of high school applying for a job as an ambulance driver rarely does--but at 34 years old, he felt like he was making a difference in the world, saving as many lives as he could.
after spending several years as a paramedic, micah found himself seeking employment as a full time firefighter. he began his training in april of 2016, but shortly afterward felt a shift in his life. he disappeared from everyone's radar, seeking refuge in the peace corps. however, the unexpected death of his father that following october brought micah back to earth, and he was pardoned from his contract with the peace corps to return home and care for his mother.
coming back to boston has been bittersweet; his mother was glad to see him again, but the (now ex) girlfriend he'd abandoned wasn't quite as pleased. surviving off of savings and some of the inheritance that his father left them, micah was too depressed to look for a job, or do much socializing. most of his days were spent winterizing his new garden, while most of his nights were spent drinking. eventually he moved out from his mother's house (and into max's, whoops), pulled himself from his funk, and decided to use his inheritance to open his own comic book store (grand opening 5/13/17).