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My name is
Dresden
My Puppeteer is
Confused Commissar
I'm currently
45
What do I look like:
Male
I am a
Heterosexual
Blood in me
Human
I bow to
None
Rank of power:
None
I work for:
None
My weapon of choice is a
Automatic Shotgun
I can also do
(No Special Abilities)
Weakness:
He's a human.
Some say my personality is
Courteous: Rarely
Risk-Taking: Typically
Ambitious: Occasionally
Curious: Typically
Self-Controlled: Always
Nurturing: Rarely
Trusting: Rarely
Honest: Situational
Loyal: Rarely
Affectionate: Rarely
Romantic: Rarely
Flirty: Rarely
Sympathetic: Sometimes
Altruistic: Rarely
Optimistic: Rarely
Observant: Always
Logical: Always
Social: Reserved
Emotions: Neglected
A little something about me?
Date: 12/7/2XXX
Conditions: Stormy
Spirits: Low
Dear Journal, I will now recount some of my life, not much, just a bit... Just the bits that count actually... Any way... Here I go.
I was just a boy when the bombs fell... I remember very little about those days, it was all a blur of fire, screams, and blood... In the hell that followed I lost much, friends, family... my parents. I was all alone in a new and hellish world. Yet, instead of breaking, my will to live pushed me onward, past the pain, the loss, the suffering. I quickly learned skills that I still use to this day, without them I would have simply been another corpse among a mass grave of millions. I had to kill to survive, food, water, shelter, it didn't matter, if someone else had it and I didn't I killed them or stole it from them... I couldn't show mercy or pity, to do so would have killed me...
There are times I wonder if could have ended another way, if there was perhaps something that I could have done... Just wishful thinking, all that matters is the here and now, the past is just.. well the past, dwelling on it does nothing. Well... I've got to get moving, there's a storm on the horizon and I still have yet to find suitable shelter, until next time.
- Dreseden
Dameon Black
Dawn Shadow666