Name: Cooper Harley

Age: 25

Appearance: Harley is a painfully thin Caucasian male. With his weathered face, sunken cheeks, scrubbed hands, and yellowed teeth he looks to be about fifteen years older than he actually is. His brown hair is long and unruly, always escaping from the rubber band he uses to tie it back. His narrow face is dominated by a large nose, that at some point in the past was broken and set up poorly. He tries to compensate for his ravaged appearance with expensive clothing, particularly business casual wear like polos and Oxford shirts, but it never quite seems to work- his clothes are too loose and poorly fit, not to mention he doesn't really know how to coordinate.

Personality: Harley is naturally standoffish. He attempts to come across as personable and businesslike, but no one is fooled by the act and his patience usually wears thin trying to maintain it. He's not the type to yell and scream when he's angry, more just whine petulantly and make sarcastic remarks. While he would never admit it, Harley is a submissive coward, unwilling to face the consequences of his own actions or hang around anyone stronger than him. He knows in his heart that he is unlikable, but continues to try and convince people otherwise- a self-sabotaging course of action.

Statement:

1. "We were buds. I sold her meth. An ounce two or three times a week. One of the best customers I ever had."
2. "Where was I? I don't remember, dude, don't you think it's a little weird everybody seems to know exactly where they were at any given time? Nobody does that."
3. "Why would I kill her? She owed me money. Make no bones about it."

Hope that's okay, let me know if you require any changes.