Name: Ken Clayborn<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 25<br/>Race: Human<br/>Likes: making females laugh, black coffee, snow days, watching cheerleaders at sports events, fast rides and roller coasters.<br/>Dislikes: romantic movies, Being tired, all nighters, and his house being a pig sty.<br/>Occupation: Officer of Timber city, Part time undercover worker.<br/>Appearance: Normally in Jeans and button up Shirts, Not always in uniform when on the job. When off duty he is in Jeans, T-shirt, and shoes nothing fancy. Hair color is a dark red, short, stops at his ear.<br/>Hobbies: Playing Basketball, shooting range, Playing Poker and blackjack.<br/>Quirks:<br/>General Personality: Laid back, cool, not easily provoked, level headed.<br/>Special Abilities: Can pick a lock, can talk his way out of a tight situation.<br/>Ordinary Talents: can open a beer bottle using the back of a lighter, also a fast runner.<br/>Family: Big brother Jake Clayborn, undercover cop, mother and father both deceased.<br/>Prized Possession: Butterfly knife engraved with his and his brothers name on the blade.<br/>Other Notes:<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/>I sat in my car, listening to the rain as it smacked the window watching my partner as he dealt with a person pulled over for speeding. Bored out of my mind as I played tetris on my phone waiting for him to be done. Once he got back in the car he let out a deep sigh "Old ladies shouldn't be allowed to drive...Grandma didn't know she was doing 70" he reached forward starting the car and pulling off "Thank god she pulled over right away" he said before calling in the report. I chuckled and shook my head a bit<br/>"Well we know how people are today...that new theft on the loose...old people...young people" I mumbled as I put away my phone and looked out the window.