He stands quietly near the bar, drink in hand, the kind it is varying on the degree of what work was like for him. Sometimes, a beer to savor a day well done; other times, hard liquor would be preferred. He works mostly as a bouncer, or free-lance protection. Some would call him nothing but a mercenary, but he didn't care. Anyone who needs protection or security, he was sought after. Given his appearance and reputation, he doesn't lack in need of work, and his fees were well worth the cost, or so he has been told.


When he's here, he's usually here to blow off steam, whether it's through a workout, alcohol downed, or some needed "adult" relief. He's never wanted to be attached, and his line of work prevents him from it.


Name: Ron Richards


Age: 30


Height: 6'10"

Weight: 325 lb.

Clothing: Form-fitting t-shirt, dark blue jeans, sometimes a black leather jacket or a simple sweater, depending on the mood and time of year.