FBI agent character. A plain man with a plain haircut and a not-so-plain face. A kind of face that is empty of its own opinion, will, or even character. A face with eyes that pay attention, positioned in front of a brain that follows orders. A smile that is neither wide nor hidden. Not flirty. Not very happy. Not manipulative. Not overly handsome. Just a smile meant to send across the message of being "polite", "obedient", and "nice". An attitude that is respectful of the very old and the ladies, and protective of the children. An attitude that believes in a dream, a dream about a nation that is powerful and promotes the good of everyone. A dream of heroism, security, and the best of everything. Has an awareness that spots the odd and smells danger. A hero. Someone who serves and protects. A scar here. A bullet hole there. An old broken bone. He walks like some weird contraption made of muscles. Women call it "sexy", terrorists call it "strong". It's a part of the wall that protects society from things of nightmares. Hides a dark past that keeps us questioning if he's truly good or secretly evil. Possess cool fighting and driving skills. Graduate of special tactics and evasion from Quantico. Available to all thriller novelists for free. No attribution required.