An effeminate young man of striking appearance. His entire attire and cool demeanor suggest a fashionable life of crime. His accent places him as Irish-Boston born. Cold, aloof, and mysterious is only the first impression he makes because there's a fiery hint of a death wish underneath it all. That second impression says he'd rather burn out than fade away.

The dog tags he wears read "Joshua Jordan".

Age: Mid-twenties

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 172 lbs.

Unlike most other people in the mall, Dex made his way inside only weeks after the mist laid claim to Kentucky. He claims to have survived on the road by driving a stolen truck out of Louisville till it ran out of gas outside the mall, after which he met and joined the survivors there.

After leading a charge into the mist and suffering a blow to the back of his head by a fellow survivor, he was left for dead in the rain. The devil had the devil's own luck and survived somehow. Dex limped his way back inside with a nasty head wound. He was soon found to be occupying the barber shop on the second story of the mall, or lounging in Lena's cafe when he wasn't busy watching the mall's many entrances.

"The Past is Indestructible - Time and Life will rob you of Nothing" - this is what his tattoo reads in full. Dex is a deep well of passion and dark devotion. He often poses as a strange ally in difficult times. Dancer, beautician, card sharp, gunslinger, assassin - what is he? He speaks little of himself while he constantly pries at the identities of others. Whatever sordid darkness may have spawned him and brought him to the mall, he enjoys exploring the mist and slaughtering the inhuman creatures out there. Whenever there is trouble inside or outside, the Reaper's Reach Extends Through His Hand, whether that's by bullet ballet or a crowbar creating carnage.

If the creatures in the mist are the product of some alien invasion, then Dex is Hell's answer....... and he is fighting on humanity's side.