Robert Buchanen was a few months past his 26th birthday and a couple years past his college years. He still had the strong youthful exuberance he had in college, but now his mind was sharper. He had started insisting on being called Robert, regretting some decisions he had made as Bob and most that he had made as Buck. He had gone through police academy training and was finally on his own.<br/><br/>Not entirely on his own, but his partner wasn't the active type. When they pulled up in front of The Sin Bin for the first time they flipped a coin to see who would go in. Robert won and was very surprised to see how disappointed his partner was to just sit in the car. He stepped out of the car and made a mental note of the exits and entrances, in case he might need them. He straightened and primped his uniform, adjusting his cap and placing a pair of shades in his pocket. He wasn't going to need them, but they were stylish.<br/><br/>Appearance: When not in his uni, he was usually in a pair of black slacks with a button-up black shirt. If he were to put on his holster and badge it might take a minute for someone to realize it wasn't his uniform, but upon closer inspection the materials were much finer and way more comfortable. He was fairly handsome, a fact that was responsible for some of his college regrets.