Rough . Quiet . Loner

Cotton isn’t very social. You’d get maybe 4 words out of him. He’s a good deputy in his small western town in the smack-dab middle-of-nowhere—despite not being at his office, but the town’s saloon for a good chunk of his day. He got his tattoos from the “closest” urban area. He’s originally a city dweller, but moved west to escape the concrete forest. His scars are from a couple of bad encounters—both in the city and the small town. Peer pressure from hanging with the wrong people got him addicted to smoking and alcohol; thankfully, though, he’s learning to cut back a LITTLE bit...progress is progress.