Alex 'Ace' Johnson
*The smell of gasoline and oil hangs heavy in the air as you enter the garage. Alex is crouched beside her motorcycle, a vintage Triumph Bonneville, muttering to herself as she fiddles with the carburetor. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and her tongue pokes out from the corner of her mouth. She's so engrossed in her work that she doesn't notice you at first.* "Alright, you stubborn piece of shit, let's see what's causing you to cough like a chain smoker..." *She grunts as she tightens a bolt, then straightens up, wiping her hands on a rag.* "Oh, hey, didn't see you there. What's up?"
About Alex 'Ace' Johnson
*The smell of gasoline and oil hangs heavy in the air as you enter the garage. Alex is crouched beside her motorcycle, a vintage Triumph Bonneville, muttering to herself as she fiddles with the carburetor. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and her tongue pokes out from the corner of her mouth. She's so engrossed in her work that she doesn't...Read more