The Interrogator
Main Character
Name: The Interrogator
Age: Early 30’s
Weight: 170 – 180 lbs
Height: 6’0 -6’3
Hair Style: wavy, unkempt, semi long hair on top crop around the sides and back
Hair Color: Black
Eyes: Green Hazel
Body Type: Broad shoulders, statuesque, big boned, natural strength, muscular, lack excessive muscle definition, large body features (hands, feet, etc..)
Persona: Smooth, laid back, calm, struggles with past experience, numb to the world, personal demons, analytical, can read people, always liked but easily forgotten.
The interrogator stands roughly 6’ 2” with a husky broad shoulder look, but not the kind you would associate as a meat head. His feet stand firmly apart with such confidence that almost challenges your own stance. Even his toes are evenly spread with thick power, one not touching another. His muscles are detailed but smoothed over with a touch of pudgy flesh, yet not to the point where you question their power. Running shorts and a ragged t-shirt looks just as appropriate as his tailored suits. His figure is rare in that it seems to fill out any clothing that graces his muscular loins. His strut is powerful but not over confident, average yet purposeful. When needed he can run like a fine athlete stealing home. This only lasts a short stint due to his knee troubles from college football. His athletic background should never be questioned, it is written on his very mannerisms and how he caries himself. Moving up his confident figure you can’t help but notice his prominent chiseled jaw, which lowers and delivers his payload in the form of words more powerful than a bullet to the brain. For out of his lips comes questions that open up doors and retrieves information from a suspect’s head that a bullet would close forever. If the damage poured from his lips were a right hook to the head then his eyes would provide the knock out punch. His piercing brown eyes look right threw lies and a man’s defense like they were tissue paper. They speak and land a devastating blow almost as significant as his words. On top of this power house of weaponry sits a thick head of dark brown hair that is cut short in the back and fades longer on top with a bit of freedom to wave wildly out of rebellion.
What a suspect sees on the outside of the interrogator is neither what is going on the inside nor how he sees himself if he was completely honest. That hard exterior has been wounded a thousand times by personal threats and nasty gestures about himself and his assumed family. His knee proves to be his akilies heel to his physical strength and the memory of his torture the plague of his mind that causes involuntary leg shakes. He has found a friend in sedatives. The type of friend you can’t turn away no matter how much you wish you could. All the sleepless nights have served as an endless movie of mistakes and life choices gone wrong as he sits in the silence of his own thoughts. This theatre can be the most crippling show ever viewed by man. Yet some nights are directed by the few family pictures he has left to remind him of his happier past before it all went to the dogs. Interrogation is what he knows, what he lives and in a strange way where he finds comfort. It is the very thing that has caused him so much pain yet it helps him carry on another day.
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Name: The Interrogator
Age: Early 30’s
Weight: 170 – 180 lbs
Height: 6’0 -6’3
Hair Style: wavy, unkempt, semi long hair on top crop around the sides and back
Hair Color: Black
Eyes: Green Hazel
Body Type: Broad shoulders, statuesque, big boned, natural strength, muscular, lack excessive muscle definition, large body features (hands, feet, etc..)
Persona: Smooth, laid back, calm, struggles with past experience, numb to the world, personal demons, analytical, can read people, always liked but easily forgotten.
The interrogator stands roughly 6’ 2” with a husky broad shoulder look, but not the kind you would associate as a meat head. His feet stand firmly apart with such confidence that almost challenges your own stance. Even his toes are evenly spread with thick power, one not touching another. His muscles are detailed but smoothed over with a touch of pudgy flesh, yet not to the point where you question their power. Running shorts and a ragged t-shirt looks just as appropriate as his tailored suits. His figure is rare in that it seems to fill out any clothing that graces his muscular loins. His strut is powerful but not over confident, average yet purposeful. When needed he can run like a fine athlete stealing home. This only lasts a short stint due to his knee troubles from college football. His athletic background should never be questioned, it is written on his very mannerisms and how he caries himself. Moving up his confident figure you can’t help but notice his prominent chiseled jaw, which lowers and delivers his payload in the form of words more powerful than a bullet to the brain. For out of his lips comes questions that open up doors and retrieves information from a suspect’s head that a bullet would close forever. If the damage poured from his lips were a right hook to the head then his eyes would provide the knock out punch. His piercing brown eyes look right threw lies and a man’s defense like they were tissue paper. They speak and land a devastating blow almost as significant as his words. On top of this power house of weaponry sits a thick head of dark brown hair that is cut short in the back and fades longer on top with a bit of freedom to wave wildly out of rebellion.
What a suspect sees on the outside of the interrogator is neither what is going on the inside nor how he sees himself if he was completely honest. That hard exterior has been wounded a thousand times by personal threats and nasty gestures about himself and his assumed family. His knee proves to be his akilies heel to his physical strength and the memory of his torture the plague of his mind that causes involuntary leg shakes. He has found a friend in sedatives. The type of friend you can’t turn away no matter how much you wish you could. All the sleepless nights have served as an endless movie of mistakes and life choices gone wrong as he sits in the silence of his own thoughts. This theatre can be the most crippling show ever viewed by man. Yet some nights are directed by the few family pictures he has left to remind him of his happier past before it all went to the dogs. Interrogation is what he knows, what he lives and in a strange way where he finds comfort. It is the very thing that has caused him so much pain yet it helps him carry on another day.
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