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Name: Griffin Aslan Reacher

Nicknames: Griff, Aslan, Reacher (He is called Reacher by everyone except for his friends)

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Height: 6'6

Weight: 232 lbs

Appearance: Reacher is a ginormous guy with broad shoulders, a broad chest, and looks that could kill. He has dark brown, almost black hair that moves down to sharp black eyes that always seem to be boring into you. Having the best poker expression ever, Reacher is almost never smiling nor frowning. He has scruff on his jawline and upper lip from time in prison. With a square jaw finishing the whole face off. Usually wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt to minimize what flaps around when he fights, always in dark shades of brown, grey, or black. Dark brown or black cargo pants and black army boots finish the whole deal off.

Personality: Reacher is always silent, never speaking unless he has to. He observes and makes conclusions. When spoken to he takes a while to answer, always thinking about his words, and is looked upon as slow and stupid by most. When seen in action he is terrifying, however. He is very cunning, he just doesn't like to show it. He goes along with what he is told to do, but you can always tell he is planning something.

Affiliations: None. All dead. Single child.

Background: Reacher was in the Army when he was younger, advancing to the rank of Major quickly. However, he was given his own Special Investigators unit with a team he trusted with his life. He went against direct orders to stand down with his team and brought a huge drug operation down, but was benched because of it. The Army later honerably discharged him. In service he got a purple heart, and many of the medals. After retirement he wandered around, not doing much of anything. He didn't own a house, or a car, or a phone. He was never on social media. According to the internet he didn't exist. His only belongings were the clothes on his back and a toothbrush he carried in his pocket, along with some cash. When he showed up in a little town in Tenessee, there had just been a murder, and he was the top suspect. He was arrested and put in prison, having been framed.. he didn't actually do it, but to everyone, it looked like he did. He had motive, opportuinity.. everything.

Other: Favorite color is very dark green.

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(If ypu dont mind could you change your Age to 24 so its not weird with a 34 and 20 eyear old.

(Oh whoops yeah I meant to hit 2 but it hit 3 XD)

(Starting..) Lyra Went home from her job She Had too deal with a transfer Prisoner Named Griffen She Flopped down on her bed and sighed She hopped up and Showered then did her skincare and Changed She ate Dinner Then Walked Her Dog Then Turn off her lights and fell asleep.

An extremely tall, muscled, broad-chested guy slowly walked through the dim halls. He was led by three small prison guards. This man's name was Griffin Aslan Reacher, the tallest, strongest prisoner at the high security prison. He was charged for murder, and everyone thought he did it.. but he didn't.

The guards put him into a cell and took his handcuffs off, then locked the door. They left without a word, which suited him just fine. Reacher slowly walked over to the bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling. Sleep came as soon as he closed his eyes.

In the morning guards slammed on his cell door to open it, then poked him with their bats. "Get up, beast." They grunted. Reacher opened his eyes, swinging his legs over the bed before slowly getting up, every movement purposeful, not speaking. "I bet he's dumb- as in he can't speak and as in he has no brain cells. Look at him." The guards laughed, but Reacher did nothing. He followed them into a highly guarded room, but when the guards tried to cuff him, they found the smaller cuffs didn't fit. They looked at him in amazement before going into a locker room and getting the extra large cuffs, snapping them on and clipping him to the table. There was an empty chair on the other side. "Someone will be coming to interview you. Sit tight." the guards snickered, leaving him.

A Beautiful brunette female walked in. "Morning,Im Mrs.Huttchins Or Lyra" She shook his hand "I have a few questions" She smiled.

"First Whats your First andd last name"

Reacher's black eyes followed the woman across the room, yet he didn't twitch an inch. He didn't answer for quite a while, instead studying the woman and contemplating whether to answer or not. Finally he took in a slow breath, his first movement the whole meeting. "Griffin Reacher. But I prefer to be called Reacher." He answered deliberately.