Dean Macmillan
Dean MacMillan would never have made it as an actor, but back home he was considered handsome, in a rugged sort of way.
At twenty years old he stood somewhere between six and six and a half feet with a muscular build and an even tan from plenty of time outdoors. His hair is a wavy blond and his eyes cornflower blue. He has an easy smile and a wholesome look about him.
He is currently wearing a plain gray t-shirt under a brown fleece lined Carhartt jacket with some jeans. A thick leather belt with a brass buckle supports a sizable sheath knife on his right side.
His brown cowboy hat and a pair of boots in the same style would not have drawn a second look back in Montana. The gray pointed ears under the hat would have though, as would the thick mottled gray tail.
He also carries a black school style Jansport backpack and an old side by side shotgun with a padded sling.
At twenty years old he stood somewhere between six and six and a half feet with a muscular build and an even tan from plenty of time outdoors. His hair is a wavy blond and his eyes cornflower blue. He has an easy smile and a wholesome look about him.
He is currently wearing a plain gray t-shirt under a brown fleece lined Carhartt jacket with some jeans. A thick leather belt with a brass buckle supports a sizable sheath knife on his right side.
His brown cowboy hat and a pair of boots in the same style would not have drawn a second look back in Montana. The gray pointed ears under the hat would have though, as would the thick mottled gray tail.
He also carries a black school style Jansport backpack and an old side by side shotgun with a padded sling.