A chipper gent, a relicker and a tinker, a grease monkey or a mechanist, an engineer or a pioneer, so is the world of Wallace!

Standing quite tall and a touch on the lanky side, Wallace is a rapscallion most of the time, but a ragamuffin at other-times, growing up in a city far far away from anywhere you've ever been, he grew up no more then an urchin originally. And then he learned his trade, eventually, which is what shaped him into the man he is today.

No more nor less then exactly six four with a precisely toned physique necessary from hard work, grim determination and a well toned ability to climb, he looks the part of a rock climber or jogger or perhaps surfer, lean like a predator. Dirty light hair, perpetually soot stained or grease covered garments and skin, and a fiery, intense look gained from watching dials and beakers and readings and forged, he cuts an intense air...until one realizes how easy it is to tease a smile or a joke out of the fellow or takes in the remarkably casual demeanor he rocks or the thickly uneducated sound of a laborers voice in him, a call back to his less then fancy up bringing.

Quick to regard anyone as a friend and filled with wonder; he's just as likely to be rough or mean spirited if someone rubs his fur the wrong way.








Stoke it!