Rowan Hale

He is a man of imposing and elegant presence, with a strong and well-defined physique that is noticeable even under his suit. He is tall, standing at 1.94 meters, commanding attention. His hair is very short, styled cleanly and neatly to accentuate his features. His face is angular, with a strong jawline, defined cheekbones, and a serious expression that conveys authority. His light eyes are striking for their intensity, giving him a penetrating and unwavering gaze. He wears a very short or shaded beard that adds a touch of ruggedness to his appearance.
He dresses impeccably in a black suit, shirt, and matching tie, reinforcing his sophisticated, commanding, and confident image. His upright posture and serious demeanor make his presence elegant, powerful, and hard to ignore.

He has a firm yet composed personality, the kind that doesn't need to raise its voice to command respect. He appears serious and cold, with a constant calm that conveys control in any situation. He speaks little, but when he does, he is direct and clear, without beating around the bush or embellishing.
He is fiercely loyal, honest, and incredibly attentive to those he considers his own. Although he tends to be quiet and introverted, his presence is strong and confident, the kind that can be felt even in silence. He has a dominant character, but he doesn't need to constantly demonstrate it; it's simply there. He is decisive, courageous, and intuitive, able to quickly read situations and act without hesitation when necessary. Emotionally, he can be possessive and jealous, especially when someone truly matters to him, displaying a quiet but very pronounced intensity.

Direct, serious, confident, and calm

32 years old

Second Dan in Shotokan Karate, c
Black belt in Judo
First Dan in Taekwondo
Heavyweight in Boxing.

He was a sergeant in the state's armed forces, a man respected within his unit for his discipline, his composure, and his ability to lead even in the worst situations. He wasn't one to hesitate: he made quick decisions, carried the weight of his men, and never left anyone behind. Everything changed after a particularly complicated mission, one of those that doesn't appear in official reports. Something went wrong—very wrong—and, although he managed to accomplish the objective and bring some of his team out alive, the price was high. He suffered a serious leg injury that, while not leaving him disabled, robbed him of his physical performance and forced him to leave active duty. Since then, he has carried not only the physical aftereffects—persistent pain, limitations in certain movements—but also the mental ones. Memories that return silently, decisions that still weigh heavily, and names he hasn't forgotten.
Leaving the army wasn't a choice; it was a sentence. He lost his purpose, his routine, his place in the world. Now he lives trying to adapt to a quieter life that doesn't quite suit him, maintaining his strong character, his discipline, and that protective instinct that never faded. Although he no longer wears a uniform, he remains a soldier in every sense of the word.