Ross Wolfe D3

Ross is a very intimidating, rough looking individual, on top of being extremely good-looking. He has a very masculine face, with a hard, angular jaw dusted with perpetual scruff. His brow is prominent, casting his light blue eyes in a dark, menacing shadow. His nose is straight, but a little on the pudgy side, but it sits above a perfect pair of pillow-y lips. He has short, dark brown hair that is usually messy because 1) he doesn’t like styling it and 2) it helps hide the fact that he is developing a widow’s peak.

Because of his life style, Ross has had to maintain a certain level of fitness. His upper body is rather nice to look at: his arms are very muscled, and well defined, his chest is broad, and his stomach, flat and cut. His legs are also toned from the many quick escapes he had to pull off at various crime scenes. He stands at six feet, two inches, and weighs a hundred and sixty poundish. He prefers to dress in dark clothing, a habit from his old days from when he went skulking around in the night.

Ross is the strong, silent type. You know the type; he stands in the back of the room glaring at everyone, only speaking when he has to, never smiling. He shows no weaknesses. He shows no emotion. Does this mean he is a bad person? Certainly not. The icy outer countenance is a byproduct from his days running with a rough crowd, where showing emotion got you killed. Ross isn’t a douchebag, or thug. He simply is very guarded, and doesn’t know how to look anything but menacing.

Ross was forced into a life of crime; he didn’t seek it out like his peers. He had a conscience; he felt guilt when he stole and committed other crimes. Over time, Ross learned to disconnect himself from the situation. He began to think of himself as a different person when he was out doing jobs. He was not Ross who didn’t have the guts to hold people at knife-point, and felt bad breaking into houses; He was a nameless thug who could do those things and more without hesitation. Unfortunately, he is so used to being a thug, he has taken to being this ruthless, cold person even when doesn’t necessarily want to be, or need to be.

Actions speak louder than words in Ross’s world. He doesn’t like words; he mistrusts them, and anyone who uses them excessively. They are empty, meaningless things. Of course, words are necessary. They are needed to say simple things like ‘I need to pee’, or ‘ross, we need the money, I have to sell my body.’ But, but, for things that matter, really matter, he prefers to show, not tell. If he is your friend, you'll never hear him explicitly say 'I'm you friend'; those are cheap, generic words that do not convey what he properly wants to say. Instead, you'll see that he treats you with respect, is less menacing around you, and maybe trusts you with a few pieces of information about his life. It can get very difficult to decipher what his opinions about you are; or it can be very easy, especially if he hates you.

Ross doesn’t give out his trust easily, and when he does, it’s very tentative. He never blindly trusts someone. If a person does anything to break that trust, like lie, then it’s gone forever. Ross does not give second chances. He thinks that if someone is going to betray him like that once, then they will certainly do it again.