:name: Quake Hoellenlaerm 

:age:22

:gender: male

:birthday:  March 8

:appearance: Brown eyes, black hair that hangs to his jaw. 6'2" and about 190 lbs. Definite Mid-European face, thick eyebrows, and a thin scar under his right eye. Pierced ears. Shaves about every 3 days or so and has a bit of a short goatee. Scarred arms as well from drug use, but overall not too bad-looking.

:clothing: A pair of scuffed up Rowly Vans shoes, dirty off-white socks. Wears fat khaki, dark blue, or olive Hurley cargo pants and a chain wallet.  Usually wears muscle shirts, striped nerd-looking short sleeved shirts, or a nice es or Split sweater. Sometimes wears a black Etnies beanie. Wears a gold  Swatch and a blank chain around his neck. And of course the earrings. 

:personality: Anti-social tendencies and paranoia. Tends to be very secretive.  Turns violent if he has to in order to get what he needs. Not quick to trust anyone, always watches his back. Gets a little careless when he's high.  When he makes a decision, it's right to him even if deep down inside he finds out later that it wasn't the best. He'll go with it to the end. Rather uptight and loses his temper easily.  Eager to try new things and slow, yet willing, to make friends.

:family/friends/other background: His parents were killed in the gulf war and he was raised by a foster family. Had very few friends, tended to stick by himself. Discovered drugs could pass the time and became rather manipulative and successful and a dealer. 

:skills: Stealth. He can sneak up silently and camouflage himself well. He's also good with mechanics and can not only hotwire a car but is pretty good at evasive driving. 

:packing: a switchblade and a 40-function Swiss army knife. Also packs a fake id under the name Jurgis Dakichev. 

:favourite and strongest school subject: Favourite/Strongest-- mechanics. 

:least favourite and weakest school subject: Least favourite--Math. Weakest--English.

:still in attendance at a school?: No. Graduated from high school in the middle of his class and never went to college. 

:drug user?: Of course! Mostly pot and some alcohol. Smokes cigarettes when nothing else is available.

:drug dealer?: Head of the chain named by the cops as Busted Joint.

:law enforcement of any kind?: no

:goals/aspirations: He'd never admit it, but he really would like someday to get out of the business, kick the habit, and have a family. But until that is anywhere near possible, he aims to make some fast money, win over all the business from the other drug chain, and get the authorities to leave him alone.

:inspiration: Punk rock, death metal, and the smoggy, polluted, yet eternal sky.

:demotivation: Having to wake up in the morning. Also feels like quitting when things start to go bad and he's drunk.

:employed?: Nope, he makes enough to get by on his deals.

:good stuff: Bongs, incense, and underpasses. Likes a  quiet night when he can sit outside by himself and drown himself in his failures. 

:sucky stuff: People that are too happy or that talk too much. Also dislikes anyone of authority.