Let me take a crack at this?<br/><br/><br/><strong>Character Name :</strong>Drake "Spike" Stinger<br/><strong>Played by :</strong>Chains<br/><strong>Character Age  :</strong>29<br/><strong>Character Role in game  :</strong>Inventor/Chemist<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation :</strong>Straight, Switch<br/><strong>Interested Fetish or Kinks :</strong>Breast Expansion, Forced Arousal, Drugging, Toys/Machines, S and M, Orgasm Denial. At pleasure dome to meet new people, peddle his wares and explore his less savory desires.<br/><strong>Description :</strong>(http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g144/Jammy11b/DGM_Tyki_Mikk___Steampunk_by_SteampunkTyki.jpg)<br/><br/><strong> Character Personality : </strong>Not your average inventor, he shuns the brooding and boorish life of his colleagues for a life of adventure. Having served a stint in US Army he is as likely to laugh something off as he is to punch someone while laughing. A bit of a wild card, he often experiments on himself using his various concoctions and gadgets and his next disaster could be his next greatest success. He's outgoing and handsome, and terribly aware of the fact. This plays well into his desire to be surrounded by the intelligent and beautiful. More over, it guides him in his rather unequivocally insane willingness to try new, if not more dangerous things. More often than not he is well dressed, impeccably groomed and full of fire and wit. Probably seated on a couch or at a card table. Truth be told, Drake cannot recall the last time be backed down from a challenge. Even though at times he has trouble recalling his name, depending on how drunken or altered his mind might be due to his latest experimentation.<br/><br/><br/><strong> Background Information : </strong>Drake Stinger spent his youth in a two bedroom apartment in Manhattan, with British immigrant parents and four sisters. His father worked on the docks for pennies on the dollar and he can still taste the bitter disappointment of several birthdays and Christmas morning. By sixteen he had taken a job along side his ailing father, breaking his back for a Robber Baron of a man and freezing half to death in the winters. After a year of what he deemed  the "Tedious Labors of Small Minds" he did the only thing he was qualified for. Enlistment. During his service he spent most of his time disassembling and re-assembling everything he could find, pouring over books and diagrams. Tinkering was fun, an applicable skill one could get painfully wealthy doing, and he desperately wanted to be so wealthy it hurt. Through his explorations of machinery he discovered an old doctor, a man whom spoke of a new science called Chemistry. This man taught him much, elements, ions, solutions, reactions both endothermic and exothermic. When the old doctor died, (bullet wound to the head, though suicide seemed unlikely and the events of the murder were never quite ironed out) Drake did what any decent apprentice would do. He took everything the man had, including a small fortune, bought himself gentlemanly attire and boarded a ship for Britain. It did not take him long to find freelance work, and to make enough to continue his experimentation.