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Name: James Callahan
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6'3"
Fashion: Jeans and t-shirts and comfortable button-down flannel shirts are his usual go-to. When he's on the job, it's naturally his state police uniform. Regardless, Jim has a fondness for his Stetson Open Road felt hat and will often wear it with anything. He never has a reason to dress nicely, so if you ever see him in a nice suit, he's either going to a funeral, or someone was crazy enough to invite him to their wedding.
Physical Description: Jim is a fairly tall man, with a build somewhere between "fit" and "chubby". He is the epitome of "dad bod" and isn't afraid to show it. Although he hasn't had to go on epic police chases to snag a perpetrator in quite awhile, he attempts to stay somewhat fit...and yet, he
really loves his donuts and coffee, and will swiftly shut down the first person to mock him with that cliche with a fist to the face.
-Personality-Description: He realizes that not many people like him, but he basically doesn't give a fuck. He likes it that way because it's less bullshit he has to deal with. Jim can be pretty outgoing and polite when the need calls for it, but he's become a bit of a loner and has apparently inherited what the youngings call "resting bitch face", or whatever. Half of him is a smiling, hopeless romantic, while the other is an asshole and he would be the first to admit it. He's often very to-the-point and doesn't care if the entire world eventually turns against him.
Habits/Hobbies: Hiking; hunting; going to his small cabin in the woods and ignoring the rest of the world
History: Jim has always been a little rough around the edges. He knew what he wanted and he often got it or simply took it. It made his childhood pretty rough because his father wasn't abusive, necessarily, but he was harder on Jim than he needed to be. It made him feel like he was always having to prove himself, pushing himself too hard until he was overly stressed or even somehow hurt himself.
He joined the police force in New York City where he grew up, where his old man had made it to captain. Jim always claimed that he was going to climb higher in rank, maybe to chief. He would make it to detective or perhaps join an agency and do whatever it took. He was going to finally get his father to shut up and get off his case, and prove that he was better. Except, one summer's evening, right on the cusp of gaining the rank of lieutenant, everything went sour.
In pursuit, Jim and his partner had a convict holed up in his apartment. Callahan was hopped up on adrenaline, far too desperate to play hero, that he made the wrong decision that cost his partner his life. And from that day forward, his life completely spiraled. Jim began to drink too much, losing his momentum and clearly never made a name for himself like he had planned. His father was so disgusted and constantly berated him for his failure that he eventually just moved away, finding a place in Oregon called Xander's Cross. After a few years, he managed to find a place among the state police and is now in charge. Not that much ever happens in the small town, which is probably why Jim likes it.
Secret: Jim still struggles with his alcohol addiction. He attends meetings, but more often than not, he doesn't bother to go and falls back to the bottle.
Family/Friends: N/A
Neighborhood: ...