Robert A. Conklin or "Rob" as a select few call him, is not a very big man. Slight of build and not very tall he looks rather frail. Dressed usually in  a worn and faded alice vest over cammies and a faded camo bandana over his short cropped hair. An suppressed MP5 hangs at his side from a sling and an unknown weapon in a  rifle bag sling across his back. Arranged under his left arm, attached to the vest is an elongated pistol holster and ammo pouches. Jungle boots, butt pack web belt completes his outfit. Overall there is little doubt he's either military or was.
No patches or tags can be seen on his uniform however.

He's old but has a odd youthful air about him. Weathered skin and deep tan can't hide it. His bright blue eyes and rather suspicious stare unnerve most. He seems nervous and over watchful to most if observed for very long. He seems to gravitate toward the older folks and showing a healthy respect to those of more years and experience then himself. He seems lost when it comes to more modern thoughts and ideas. A smirk or weak grin is not uncommon but he has a serious tone that overrides any notion of friendliness. A slight Texas drawl can be heard amidst his military slanged speech. Overall he doesn't seem to friendly and most give him a wide berth. He doesn't do much to dispel this idea by his dress or demeanor.