Central cast member

Goes by "K4" online. Has probably also had any number of nicknames ironically insinuating that he's unusually small.

He/him, cis

22

Seeing as he's 6'8" and built like a padded bank vault: suffice to say that the number is over 400#.

6'8" barefoot.

Black

Leaning towards "man bun," because he'd honestly kinda work it.

Closely-clipped, nicely styled sideburns.

Dark

Human (Samoan and Danish)

Bronze

Heavily muscled and well-upholstered; shoulders that brush doorjambs, big barrel chest, big powerbelly; arms and legs thick and muscular, but lacking obvious definition. My character design notes for him include comparisons to professional strongmen; in the actual narrative, I describe him as having "the physique of an overfed powerlifter." In other words: the boy is an absolute unit.

Fuckoff huge. Also: has a diastema between his upper incisors (read: Laurence Fishburne-esque tooth gap) and is all-around way cuter than a guy that big has any business being.

Design reference here.

Tends to move like he's worried about knocking something over.

Self-improvement.

High-maintenance, by which I mean "eats like a bear preparing to hibernate." Naïve as a kitten.

Has underestimated Naomi Diard, for reasons which can probably be chalked up to casual ableism. Case in point: he thought she needed rescuing, and she ended up rescuing him.

The big one is lifting heavy things.

Weightlifting, obviously.

Other hobbies TBA.

Phlegmatic, in the "even-keel" sense.

The various issues that come with being fuckoff huge, even if one owes a hell of a lot of it to genetics and is mostly muscle. Probably uses a CPAP just in case (a lot of very large jocks with thick necks do). Probably has at least one ripped callus and/or muscle strain at any given time.

Raised Episcopalian by a lapsed Catholic and a jack-Mormon.

Does "likely to vote from his heart" count?

Security guard and amateur strength athlete.

Turquoise

Beijing-style roast duck, or anything served over rice in considerable quantities.

Probably either a trophy from his first actual competition, or something more than vaguely brony-ish in the most wholesome possible way.

His fuckoff huge fists.

Intimidating belligerent event patrons and lifting heavy things.

Leaning towards either March 5th or September 9th, because of reasons.

Probably has at least an associate degree. In what is still to be determined.

Likely grew up as "the fat kid," took up lifting as an adjunct to football in high school (I can see him having been the absolutely terrifying o-tackle, despite the fact that he's actually a sweetie), doubled down on the lifting afterwards, and is working as a rent-a-cop to cover the resultant grocery bill.

His middle name gets mispronounced as "Isaiah" quite a bit. While it's a derivative, it's pronounced "ee-say-ah."

Probably drives a decommissioned Crown Vic Interceptor (or some other large sedan that barely contains him) which is at least as old as he is and badly needs suspension work.

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