Clive Barrows

Player Name: Grafsburg

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Species: Coyote

Height & Weight: 6'1", 180 lbs.

Physical Description
Clive is a tall and powerful specimen of his kind, as physically fit as any soldier could hope to be. His fur is a mixture of russet brown and dull gray, with the gray being dominant and the brown located primarily around his face, along his spine and tail, and on his hands and feet. His eyes are hazel, though it'd be hard to tell thanks to the shaded glasses that he constantly wears. Being nearsighted, he relies on them for sight as much as to keep the blazing sunlight of the Sutekh Desert at bay. His attire primarily consists of cast-off military wear, depending on the weather and time of day. During summer, he usually goes without a shirt, instead wearing his flak vest over his bare chest. In winter and during the cold nights he goes with a black turtleneck. To protect from the swirling sands, he wears a shemagh around his neck that can easily double for a mask in a pinch.

Mental Description
Clive is largely a serious man, very rarely allowing time for leisure or joking around. He's also very bitter about his past and the injustices committed not only against himself, but against other, more innocent people. His hatred of the Dominion is a well-known, oft-voiced opinion that he's quick to mention when someone brings them up. He prefers to keep his history in the Dominion military a secret, but his mannerisms and skill make that nearly impossible; there are few other kinds of people with the gravitas of a former military officer. However, he is fiercely protective of the people he cares for, including his caravan-mates. Clive would not hesitate for an instant to rush to the aid of a friend in need, and its during the quieter moments with his unconventional "family" that the real man behind the stoic exterior shines; he becomes more personable and even something of a deadpan joker.

History
Clive hails from a military family, one who has served the Dominion for generations, perhaps even centuries. His father served as a Marine captain on-board a Dominion battlecruiser, among whose decks he spent much of his childhood. When he came of age, he signed up as well and was transferred to a frigate that operated on the fringes of Dominion-controlled space. But unlike the glamor and honor that he heard of growing up, this was nothing but catching pirates and smugglers and, more distastefully, bringing down the iron heel of the Dominion on rebellious planets. He'd wanted to defend the Dominion from great threats, not subjugate its populace and play the role of a military-sanctioned policeman. During a particularly bad demonstration on the frozen colony of Aningan, Clive was given command of a platoon of marines during riots that had crippled the capital city. He was ordered to secure a slum that was some distance from the worst of the rioting, populated by those who were too poor, too sick, or otherwise too frightened to resist. When word came in that the governor's palace had been breached, and that the planetary governor had been killed, Clive was ordered by his direct superior to purge the slum in retaliation. Clive refused and hit the officer across the face with the butt of his rifle. For this offense he was court-martialed and sentenced to exile to the prison world of Sutekh.

Upon his arrival, the coyote fell to drinking and worked for some time as an enforcer for one of the Shantytown mobs. He'd given up any hope in honor and decency, and decided that if the rest of the galaxy was full of heartless tyrants, he'd just have to join them. Then, he was offered employment through an intermediary by a caravan-lord who shared his old morals and concept of valor, a man named Gouge. He was given a second chance at life by the man, whom he has still never met but through radio conversation. Still, he is ultimately loyal to this strange benefactor, and now he roams the Desert, working as the security chief for the caravan.

Posessions
Old Dominion Army-issue Flak Vest

[http://www.tactical-life.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/fnh-usa-mk-20-ssr.jpeg Dominion Marine Corps. Marksman Rifle]