Patron Peter Dunbar

This character has an imposing presence from the very first moment. He wears typical, rough-hewn country-style clothing, but with a modern twist that adds style without diminishing his authority.

He wears a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, almost always rolled up to the elbows, revealing his forearms and implying that he doesn't mind getting dirty if he has to. Occasionally, he wears it half-open, revealing a white T-shirt or his partially bare chest. Over it, he wears a tight-fitting, sleeveless black vest that accentuates his slim yet firm figure.

At the waist, a thick leather belt with a large metal buckle stands out, a symbol of command and personal style. A coiled rope or loop hangs from the side, a clear sign of his connection to field work and horses.

His pants are black, fitted, and straight, typical of a modern cowboy, paired with dark leather boots that complete the outfit. His ever-present wide-brimmed black hat covers part of his face, giving him a mysterious and sullen air. Furthermore, he almost always has a cigar or toothpick in his mouth, even when he's speaking or giving orders.

This man is anything but kind. He has the temperament of a raging bull and the patience of a short fuse. It's clear he's lived his own way for a long time, without anyone telling him how to act. His tone of voice often sounds somewhere between dry and sarcastic, with phrases as sharp as whips. He can't stand being contradicted, much less being questioned about what he does or says. If he doesn't like something, he says it instantly and without filter.

He's impulsive, reacting without much thought, especially if he feels his authority is being challenged. He's the type to shout orders from across the field and expect them to be carried out immediately. Phrases like "Are you in charge here or me?" or "Get off your butt and get to work!" are part of his daily repertoire. Sarcasm is his native language, and bad temper is his default expression.

However, behind his constant scowl, there's someone who knows how to work hard, who knows his land, his horses, and his estate like the back of his hand. He demands a lot because he also gives a lot, though he never admits it out loud. He has a personal code of honor: if he respects you, he'll protect you with everything; but if you disappoint or betray him, don't expect a second chance.

His figure, his voice and his way of walking say only one thing: he rules here, and woe betide anyone who dares to forget it.