Meet Major Flowers

Major stands five-eight, medium build, black skin, and polished confidence. He’s rarely seen without his rowdyhound, Bandit. Being apart from the dog unsettles him more than gunfire ever could.

His weapon of choice is an illegal Super7, but his real firepower is his mouth. Major talks fast, sharp, and straight, cutting through people as efficiently as he cuts through problems.

He looks at the facts, decides what needs to be done, executes, and moves on. Rules barely register. Principles do. Plans are optional. Adaptation is not.

Major understands people and usually stays one step ahead, unless something rattles him. Then the polish cracks. He’s charming, attractive, self-assured, and ambitious, with a taste for nice clothes and status markers that announce he’s arrived.

He’s well regarded and popular among his peers, driven by a deep fear of being insignificant. Attention, admiration, and affirmation fuel him. He wants to matter. To be somebody. In his family. In his community. Anywhere it counts.

Major is competent, energetic, and relentless about performance. He cares deeply about how others see him, sometimes more than how he actually is.

Image is his armor.
Worth is what he’s chasing.