🐊 HANK 🐊

Hank is a middle-aged, overweight, overworked, and underappreciated security guard. He's been one for 20 years and has determined that he is stuck being a security guard now. His eyes glow naturally; the darker it is, the brighter they glow. He cannot control this, however, so if he needs to be sneaky or it is bugging someone, he has to put on some shades that help keep others from getting as agitated by his unusual eyes. He's never owned a flashlight and actually never even held one before. He is always praised for how polite, helpful, and respectful he is at work. He puts the needs and requests of others before himself, usually at the cost of a small amount of what little sanity he has left.

He usually works alone, unless he is training a new security guard. He isn't fond of donuts, but loves to chew on jerky. He isn't picky when it comes to caffeine or sugar, but his drink of choice is usually Red Bull or Monster. He spends most of his time in a small security office, surrounded by monitors with live video feeds on one side and paperwork and miscellaneous junk on the other. There are two beat-up old chairs that should have been replaced several years ago and are on their last legs, literally. 

His home is pretty small. He lives in a single-bedroom apartment with a stand-up shower, no dishwasher, and poor water pressure. His bed is barely big enough for him and the blanket he sleeps with barely covers half his body. He snores obnoxiously loud and has been berated for keeping others awake before. He has an old timey radio next to a TV that looks just as old, with even the 'V'-shaped antennae. In front of it is a very worn-down brown recliner; beside that is a couch that could seat two, though it looks like it's never used. Occasionally, a bit of trash will litter the floors of his apartment, but it's kept pretty clean -- and bare. It's bare, wooden walls mostly, with peeling wallpaper covering some of the older portions. Hank isn't even sure if the lightbulbs works in his apartment, seeing as he never uses the lights. His fridge is kept well-stocked with his drinks of choice and thawing-out or leftover meat -- half the time, it goes bad before he gets a chance to make it or finish it off. 

Most of the time, when he's not at work, he falls asleep in front of the old TV -- the static that comes from it helps him sleep. The only new-looking thing in his apartment is his cellular device, which he handles with great care. He doesn't really have any friends and doesn't get a chance to go out and mingle with anyone due to the nature of his work and the high turnover rate. If he could go out, he'd probably find a pool hall and throw some darts or drink a few glasses of some sort of alcoholic beverage; or find a nice, cool pool to swim in for several hours.