Name: Robert "Bobby" Black
Description: 28-turning-29 year old that could blend into a crowd. He's aged pretty fast because of his smoking and drinking habits, and because he works an exceptionally stressful job. He dresses in plain clothes underneath his workwear. He's an "everyman" in a crowd of elves, orcs, trolls and wizards, and he makes that clear. Black hair, weathered face, great big smile. He isn't ripped, and he hasn't been since his military days, but he doesn't have a lot of fat on him. If he lived another life, he could probably pull off a CIA career.
Personality: Joined the Army at 17, went through Ranger school, served for two tours, then immediately went into private security... For a dragon, which he didn't know about at the time. But after figuring that out, he gladly signed up for the dragon's patronage (a hefty benefits package and capital M Magic). On the job he's a consumnate military professional, loyal to his patron (and paycheck), and level-headed under stress, which is a necessity. His job mainly deals with magical creatures in lands foreign and domestic and private investigations into rogue wizards, and he's rather hardened: few things surprise him. Off the job? He's a redneck. Likes drinking, likes loud things, loves his solitude, and most of all- loves the ladies (even if he's only got eyes for one pretty elven lady).
Bobby is the main character of my story, Red Clay.
Honestly, he looks like Garand Thumb.