Harris

Species: Daspletosaurus torosus

Gender: Male

Pronouns: he/him

Occupation: Rancher

Physical Description 

• His skin's mostly leathery and/or scaly
• Has a few patches of short, wispy protofeathers that look a little like hair
  • He puts a lot of work into making sure the longest ones (on his forehead and at the end of his snoot) are properly styled to perfection
• Often seen wearing cowboy clothes, but in colors you wouldn't expect
• Always smells faintly of barn

Personality 

• Tends to keep to himself; only really talks to people he already knows
• Prefers to socialize while doing something else, is really awkward in pure conversation
  • If he's not cooking/cleaning/driving/fishing/literally anything else while he's talking, and he's just standing there and doing nothing but having this conversation, he doesn't know where to look or how to talk or what to do with his hands 
• Comfortable with routines; even the minutest deviations are enough to keep his days feeling interesting
• Absolute country boy, gets overwhelmed and claustrophobic anywhere more crowded than a suburb
  • He's used to having an entire farm for a yard - an apartment in a high rise feels like a shoebox to him no matter how big or ritzy it is

Likes 

• Having parties at his ranch with his few close friends
  • Yes, he knows Parsley and Alistair are getting stoned in the hay loft right now.  No, he's not going to stop them.
• The distant buzzing of cicadas and star-filled sky on a warm summer night
• CrAcKiNg OpEn A cOlD oNe WiTh ThE bOyS being able to hold a conversation about the nuances of all his neighbors' favorite varieties of booze even though he doesn't drink

Dislikes 

• The rainy season - it's good for his plants but the mud just takes over and then nothing will ever be clean again
• Major disruptions to his ordinary life; he's not really a fan of traveling
• Being mistaken for some kind of yee yee boomer who yells about what's wrong with the country today and casually torments people
  • He just wants to live in the middle of nowhere he doesn't want people to assume he's a bigot

Personal Info 

• Was intimidated by Parsley when they first moved in nearby; is now close friends with them
  • They seemed way more interesting and genuine than his other neighbors, so Harris immediately wanted to befriend them
  • He won their heart through homemade food and interest in their hobbies (who knew?)
• Inexperienced at navigating banks/finances/loans/etc., hired Goliath to deal with that shit
  • The moment he first met Goliath in person, Harris was suddenly overcome with the desire to be crushed between that man's thighs.  A new experience, to be sure.
  • He immediately started searching for things they had in common so they could hang out more often as friends rather than just professionals... which has nothing to do with the way his face goes bright red when Goliath smiles at him
• Birdwatches as a hobby; gets grumbly whenever he sees invasive species taking over his birdhouses/bird feeders
• Embroidered the fancy flowers hanging in frames on his walls; enjoys both embroidery and baking whenever he's got downtime
  • He won't tell his neighbors because they actually are the sort of yee yee boomers he doesn't care to be mistaken for
• Doesn't own anything camo; has somehow still avoided being called a fake country boy
• Does, however, own an arsenal of stupid hats larger than his entire head

Trivia 

• Non-sapient animals do indeed exist in this ill-defined anthro universe.  Carnivores gotta eat something, and it's both weirder and way more dystopian if they're eating other sapient animals :P