Chester

"The tears fell from my eyes, burning down my face as I choked back a small sob, the pain in my chest growing worse as anxiety creeped in.. weakling.." Chester, in the crowds of the city they part for him, not because he's known but the coldness he admits, the aura he gives off. He's not scary on purpose, no that's not him but sometimes he can put others off.. anyway, his life, well it wasn't sunshine and sparkles, nothing ever is, alcoholic father, absent mother he had learned early on that no one was gonna help him, not the police, or DCFS,no one, so he fought back, the slaps he managed to counter leaving his old drunken man more angry.. but throughout all this one thing or well many of the same things never betrayed him. Cars, working on the engine, getting oil in his hair and onto his face and clothes, a breath of not really fresh air filled his lungs with happinesses, so when he left he began to work on them as a job, though his past followed closing him off, becoming a wall that no one tried to break down, trust issues and the fear of yelling.. Age- 28 Appearance- brown hair with a scruffy brown beard, brown eyes and tanned skin. Clothing- overalls and some simple cargo boots (he's wearing a shirt underneath don't worry.) You! anything you want really but you meet him needing to get work on your car! have fun!