If you think this is a story of humble beginnings, you'd likely be disillusioned to assume that one Hartley Martin Scott didn't maintain the notion that the sun rose and set on his well-maintained, perfectly chiseled derriere. One of three boys, the middle in fact - although he'd been fortunate enough to skip the nuisance and displeasure of awkward middle child syndrome growing up - Hal, as he'd come to by known as, was born to Jordan and Jennifer Scott, a renowned Airman and test pilot, and former RN turned stay-at-home mom, respectively, on the sandy beaches and amidst palm trees as tall as skyscrapers of San Diego, California.

From a young age, Hal was more or less groomed to take up the mantle of his father's legacy in aviation, having undergone flight lessons for several years early on before finally acquiring his student's pilot certificate at the age of sixteen. He would have pursued such an ambitious feat had it not been for the untimely misfortune of an accident that culminated in his father's permanent debilitation, leaving him paralyzed and unequipped to ever see the day he'd fly again in his lifetime when Hal was just short of eighteen years old. This incident alone drastically altered the dynamics of his family and ultimately the course of his future, as the pressure of his mother's unequivocal condemnation of his dreams of flying, paralleled with his father's passive resentment, proved too strong to overcome despite his unmatched potential.

Trying to adhere to his mother's wishes and, as a consequence, the inevitable disengagement between himself and what he considered to be his fundamental passion and further, an extension of his own self - likewise reinforced by an even more primal impulse driven merely by urge, a robust fervor for excitement, adventure and the unknown - affirmed the notion that such a triumph was much more easily said than actually attained. The waning communication at home increasingly urged him to seek thrills in other spheres of his life when he felt like he'd lost some semblance of control in others, which led to the awakening of a teenage rebellion in young Hal for what was left of his high school career.

Coming from an upper-middle class pedigree and life of considerable privilege in the thick of SoCal's coastal suburbs afforded him the liberty of exhausting his own freedoms, and he ceased upon every opportunity to do so - to "grab life by the balls," as he would say. In order to better capitalize on this and flee the reigns of any remaining familial government at home, Hal submitted a last-minute transfer out of San Diego State University his second semester in favor of Boston University to study computer science and criminal justice, an impromptu decision he made to uproot his life across the country.

Academics and a slew of part-time odd jobs - mostly pertaining to security detail - were easily paralleled by late nights partying, indulging in copious alcohol consumption and momentary reprieve in fast women. His focus, or rather eventual lack there of, led to a number of times he was placed under academic probation, which saw to the financial discontinuance from his parents when they realized what the burden of their ongoing support was placing on Hal's overall moral character. Suffice to say, a dumbstruck Hal had no choice but to get his collective shit together, and it just so happened that an overnight gig as a police dispatcher was the outlet in which he would finally acquire the drive to do just that.

Upon graduating as a Bachelor of Science in Criminal Justice he wasted little time before enrolling in the Boston Police Academy. For the first time in his life since he'd relinquished his devotion of flying, Hal was given purpose and the means to channel his strong desire for success; the dormant force within him that maintained an eagerness, intense ambition, and insatiable lust for life. As one of the top patrol officers on his team, Hal was regarded as a leader and would've been promoted to an old-field detective, had it not been for the tragic and unexpected death of his partner when he was shot and killed in the line of duty.

This alone motivated Hal to take a leave of absence from the police force for what he claimed were sabbatical purposes directly related to the improvement of his own professional performance and skills, and on a whim, he dipped into his 401K to purchase what he considers the "Corvette of private aircraft" - his own little piece of the sky - to fly internationally. After travelling for the better part of a year, Hal's opted not to rejoin the force and instead accepted a position as second-in-command of security for Wallach Industries.