<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Wesley Larson (Wes)<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>(http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/9109/wesley01.jpg)<br/>(http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/1074/wesley02.jpg)<br/>(http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/6215/wesley03.jpg)<br/><strong>Job:</strong> He works as a delivery guy, transporting small packages on his bike from the building to other locations.<br/><strong>Biography:</strong> He's a nice and simple guy that likes to have fun and never worries too much about life's problems. He used to live in a small town with his parents but once he finished highschool he decided to move someplace else and have some freedom. He doesn't have lots of friends but he's very friendly and easy going. He loves sports, drinking, and meeting new people. He's not the smartest guy around, be he is a good listener and is always willing to help anyone in need.</div></div><br/>Wesley started his day as usual. He woke up early in the morning to do some exercise and then took a quick shower to start the day fresh and new. He liked to be fit and healthy, specially because that made him look good and gave him better chances while flirting with some of the ladies at work. He never had anything happening with those women, but hoped that someday the situation would change and he would get lucky.<br/><br/>After getting dressed and eating breakfast, he got on top of his delivery bike, a beautiful Suzuki Samurai (http://www.armory.com/~marina/images/cr/cr14.jpg) that he considered to be his baby, and immediately went on his way from his house to Dual Sides, the place where he worked as a delivery boy. He was used to the job, it was quite simple, the only thing he had to do was to take packages from the laboratory and deliver them to different customers, most of them pharmacies and chemists. Of course, he had to make sure to get the signature of the customers and handle the papers to his supervisor.<br/><br/>After a couple of minutes, Wesley finally reached his destination and, parking the bike on the entrance, he went straight to the counter to talk to the receptionist like he always did. With a smile on his face, he said hi and waited for his orders. It was like that everyday, he waited until someone requested a delivery and then he grabbed the package from the second floor to take it to it's destination.<br/><br/>"Hey, please let me know if someone calls for a delivery, okay?". Wesley said to the person in the counter and smiled. He was used to talk to (he or she) every day because it was there in the counter where he grabbed the papers and was informed on where to take the packages. He liked to be friendly with everyone and have good relationships inside the building.<br/><br/>After his words, he walked to one of the sides of the room, placing his back against the wall to relax a bit while playing with his keys with one hand. He hoped that at least one of his deliveries would  be to the pharmacy on the other side of town, where that gorgeous redhead used to work, maybe he could get her to like him this day.