• Dresses like a security guard on the job.
• Always has cowprint pants.
• Icy blank little eyes with no pupils.
• Always has a placid :] expression. If enraged, his features twist up with no inbetween.
• Has a haircut like Tom Cruise.
• Has a nametag that says "Rick" but he goes by his last name.
• Has a utility belt like policemen but never actually uses it even on the job because it feels better to use his fists.
• A beefcake both physically and mentally.
• Designed as a JJBA OC (on accident).

• User: Rick Andrews
• Sentient; Parasitic to user
• When Andrews acquired a stand through unknown means, it took the majority of his smarts and his ability to perceive women and children.
• Prehensile tentacles that can be used for binding/strangling.
• Detection Ability: Attaches to the ceiling and establishes a perimeter in a four-cornered room. If anyone not already within the four corners enters, the needle on its head will point towards the newcomer, and the thing most humiliating/feared by the person would happen to them.

Raised by a pleasant and entirely unimportant single father, Andrews is remarkable in that he has not changed even a little bit in his entire life. Sure, he got bigger and taller, he grew from boy to man, but in personality, he somehow managed to retain the exact same traits. Very little about his upbringing was exceptional, and the fact that he turned out the way he did was as big a mystery then as it is now.

Andrews is happily employed by clients the world over as a long-term bodyguard, usually in Europe. He considers it a pretty nice step up, considering how good it pays. And if a job dries up, he sates his enthusiasm for violence with amateur prizefights, which he nearly always wins. But that's a rare occasion, as he's good enough at his job that his clients like to keep him onboard, especially when it's a capo for the mafia with an equal love of subjugating men he dislikes.

Andrews works currently in the employ of Dante Romanesco, who has a very simple job for him. Point gun at cowering pretty boys and do as he's told. Not a bad shout, for how well he's being paid. :]

Many things are good enough for Andrews. Winning "most" of his fights is not one of those things. It'd be one thing if the geeky nerd who keeps beating him weren't so huge or if he'd lose to Andrews for a change, but Marcel Zumebachi just won't go down at his hand, and it pisses Andrews the fuck off. The boy is built for combat and even after allowing Andrews an evening in his bedroom, he had the utter gall to refuse to bottom, piling one indignity upon another.

Andrews wants to win. It's not asking much, not really. He doesn't think so, anyway.

So when he gets hired to hold Marcel at gunpoint while his client takes him home, he's a little more eager than most to combine business and pleasure.