Sgt John Copper
John Copper is 45 and speaks with a Midwestern accent. He never smiles and usually speaks only when he has to, although if you try really hard you can get him to talk about his favorite pastime: hunting big game. If pressed about where he came from, he'll say he used to be a Highway Patrol officer back home, but then he shuts up real quick. His locker door is adorned with a wrinkled old photograph of a woman in her late twenties holding an infant and a piece of rough rawhide with two grizzly bear claws hanging on it.
His in the field behavior is a little strange. He seems to take a little too much pleasure in cuffing a perp who's resisting arrest, although he never quite gets to the point of Police brutality.
John Copper is 45 and speaks with a Midwestern accent. He never smiles and usually speaks only when he has to, although if you try really hard you can get him to talk about his favorite pastime: hunting big game. If pressed about where he came from, he'll say he used to be a Highway Patrol officer back home, but then he shuts up real quick. His locker door is adorned with a wrinkled old photograph of a woman in her late twenties holding an infant and a piece of rough rawhide with two grizzly bear claws hanging on it.
His in the field behavior is a little strange. He seems to take a little too much pleasure in cuffing a perp who's resisting arrest, although he never quite gets to the point of Police brutality.
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