Name: Grace Preston (but I prefer to be called Pres)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: You wanted to see me?
Bio: A little rough around the edges, but I like to think my parents would be proud of the man I've become. Sure, I smoke, I drink, I cuss, but I don't hit women, and I hold the door for strangers--at least, the ones not trying to eat my brains. I grew up in a nice neighborhood--not poor, but not so high-class that I'd get a nosebleed if I stepped outta the house. My parents were good people, a bit on the weird side, but good. I worked my way through college, got a degree in--don't laugh--nursing (fat load of good it does me now, though). I was still working as a bartender through graduate school until I got my master's, and then I went to work at a children's hospital. See? I told you I was a good guy. I don't really care much for relationships; I've had a couple girlfriends, couple boyfriends here and there, but it's not my thing, I've realized. Right now, though, the only thing I really care about is surviving.
Personality: I like to think I'm pretty easy going. I don't tolerate any bullshit, so just be honest with me upfront, and we'll have no problems. It might not seem like it at first, but I won't bite your head off. My mother used to say, "He looks like a dragon, but purrs like a kitten." Yep, that's me...Pres the kitten.
Strengths: My strengths? I'm pretty good at keeping a cool head. That, and I'm a pretty good fighter. Working at the bar in the part of town I did, you learn somethings fast, one of those things being how to defend yourself. I'm not too bad a shot, either. I can handle my SIG Sauer perfectly fine. Plus, that nursing degree wasn't an entire waste.
Weaknesses: I don't actually like to fight. I'm healer, not a...destroyer. I'm also a hypocrite for smoking, but we all have our sins, right? If at all possible, I like to keep myself out of a fight.
