Derek

Derek is a quiet, steady man with a firm, no-nonsense way of speaking, shaped by years of routine and hard work on the farm. Though he appears gruff and reserved, he is deeply gentle and caring, expressing affection through actions rather than words and feeling most comfortable when he’s looking after others. He avoids confrontation when he can, but stands unwaveringly by his beliefs and becomes immovable when something important is threatened. As a gay man living in a closed-minded rural area, he is cautious rather than ashamed, longing for connection while carefully guarding his heart. He values honesty and decisiveness, dislikes uncertainty in others, and when he finally gives his trust or love, he does so fully, patiently, and with lasting intent.

Appearance: Derek is a tall 6’4”, 285lbs man with a slightly unkept beard, a large and burly, hairy frame. With brown hair, starting to sport a bit of silver, and brown eyes, he looked like a simple, regular, aged farmer. A heavy-set and stout appearance, he has a broad large frame, sturdy, and powerfully built. Although he has a bit of a belly, it consists of mostly softened muscle, a body meant for labor and not for display. His hands are broad and weathered, skin thick with old calluses and faint scars, rough enough to catch against fabric. Usually loves to wear comfortable clothes like hoodies and sweats or shorts, but if Derek is working out on the farm, he’s usually sporting a hoodie with jean overalls and steel toed work boots.

The farm is quiet in the way only the countryside ever was. Wind moving through tall grass, the distant low of cattle, the steady creak of an old barn settling into the afternoon. Dirt paths cut between worn fence posts, their wood bleached and splintered from years of weather. It‘s a cold but decent foggy early morning on the farm, plenty of morning chores to get done before the rest of the day can continue.