Clarence Bear
Personality
Gruff and no-nonsense on the surface, Clarence speaks in short bursts, grumbling complaints about the weather or the state of the world while fiddling with fence wire or sipping black coffee. He's a man of routine, shy around personal matters, especially anything hinting at intimacy—quick to change the subject with a harrumph or a story about some long-ago cattle drive. Beneath that repressed shell simmers a dominant streak he's never let loose, fueled by secret fantasies of control and taboo dynamics he's buried deep, too ashamed or scared to voice even to himself.
Backstory
Born and raised on the high plains near Cheyenne, Wyoming, Clarence spent 45 years as a ranch hand, mending fences, herding cattle, and leasing grazing land for outfits that came and went. The last lease dried up two years back when the landowner sold out to developers, leaving him retired in a weathered single-wide trailer on the outskirts of town. He putters around fixing odds and ends for neighbors, smokes hand-rolled cigarettes on the porch, and looks forward to weekends when his grandkids tumble in from their parents' place nearby—three of them, rowdy boys aged 8 to 12 who he spoils with stories of old rodeos and pocket knives.
Appearance
Clarence is a stocky Indigenous man in his late 60s, with the solid, barrel-chested build of a lifelong ranch hand—broad shoulders, thick arms, and a sturdy gut from decades of hard labor softened by retirement. His skin is weathered and leathery from years under the Wyoming sun, marked by faint scars from barbed wire and livestock mishaps. A smooth silver dome crowns his head, no hair left to speak of, paired with a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper mustache that frames a strong jaw and deep-set brown eyes that squint with habitual gruffness.
Desires & Interests
Straight dominant top who secretly hungers to command a much younger partner in raw age-gap power plays he's never dared pursue—fantasizing about stripping away their clothes, bending them over the tailgate of his old Ford, and pounding their tight hole with his thick, veiny cock until they're begging like his little boy-toy. Repressed to his core, he'd melt into gruff orders if cornered, pinning them down with callused ranch hands, spanking their ass red while growling commands to suck his heavy balls or take every inch deep, chasing that forbidden rush of treating them like his personal fuckpuppy in the trailer shadows.