:name: Sgt. Con Ditherby

:age:31

:gender: male

:birthday:  July 3

:appearance: About 5'11" and 190 lbs. Crew-cut brown hair and brown eyes. He's buff and very serious looking. Most people agree he has a nice smile.

:clothing: Khaki-coloured trenchcoat, mirrored sunglasses, mostly black, grey, and brown clothing. Wears sweaters and ribbed t-shirts with cargo pants. Shoes are a pair of plain low-top Doc Martens. 

:personality: Puts his job above all else. Very serious and down-to-earth. Friendly but cautious. He's picky about details yet sometimes indecisive.  

:family/friends/other background: He always wanted to be like James Bond when he was a little kid. He got into a good academy and made it into the FBI as a leading agent. 

:skills: Handling stress, convincing people to do things, busting down doors and other things that require physical strength, agility.

:packing: His FBI badge and a nice little magnum. Too bad he has terrible aim with the thing. He also has a simple leathermann-type pocket knife with some handy tools.

:favourite and strongest school subject: Favourite: Psychology and Gym. Strongest: Law

:least favourite and weakest school subject: Least Favourite: Math. Weakest: Music

:still in attendance at a school?: No, he graduated.

:drug user?: No. Why mess up your brain and your life like that?  

:drug dealer?: Of course not!

:law enforcement of any kind?: FBI agent

:goals/aspirations: He really wants to rid the world of all controlled substances so people can live fully-brained lives in a world of reduced violence, hate and death.

:inspiration: True stories of cops that made a difference, his wife.

:demotivation: The streets of L.A, the 6 o'clock news

:employed?: Yes. Works for the FBI.

:good stuff: Italian food, Sundays, days when his feet don't stink, promotions.

:sucky stuff: Drug users, kids that screw up their lives with drugs, officers and agents that lack motivation, dog poop in his yard when he doesn't even own a dog.