Name: Gregory T. Trest
Alias(es): Greg
Gender: Male
Age: 21
History: Temporarily abandoning his once dream of becoming a teacher, Greg took a trip around the world, seeing the sights and sounds of other cultures. Returning to his hometown he found himself dissapointed in the lack luster culture and the way the strong abuse the weak. He then joined a small garage band, and tour arounda few cities until the band inevitably broke up. He is now left in a strange city with no way home; just the way he likes it.
Appearance: 6'0'' 'messy' mid-length hair. Brown eyes, and "a great smile". Thin but not overly thin.
Personality: Thinks of himself as a leader, but cannot be motivated to do much more than complain at times. With a few strong hits of cynisism, Greg can tell the world is rotting away. He just doesn't know how to fix it. Or if he even wants to.
Objects: "This beer is one, I don't need any others."
Weapons: "Weapons? Why would I need to carry around weapons?"
Abilities: Average in shape human of his age.
Author's Note: Poor poor Greg. He has no idea what's about to happen here. He will soon learn that the Chains of Addiction bind us all. Human, or otherwise.
