edgar
I'm not sure what this is to be, but these guys were running around in my head the other day and I had to write them down. They could just as easily be bit players for some upcoming fiction as anything else.
- Edgar, but his friends call him Eddie, and his best friends and admirers, Fast Eddie. Eddie's the kind of guy who takes sports matchups very seriously. The pros start spring training when there's still snow on the ground and that's when he gets to work too. He tracks the players and teams so closely that he makes his post-season bracket predictions (though he doesn't call them that because it "implies a lack of certainty") after the first scrimmages and spends the rest of the season reforming and reaffirming his postulates just as a research scientist updates or discards a near and dear theory. His memory for statistics is encyclopedic, but he nevertheless misses not a single anniversary or birthday. He has to write down his passwords, though.
- Edgar, but his parents call him Gary and everybody he cares about calls him "Gar, rhymes with 'bear'" and nobody declines his hugs because he's six foot four and as outgoing as he is oversized. He works as an accountant, but his hands are well worn from his weekend work with Habitat for Humanity, for which he is a site leader and always there first with fresh coffee and donuts.
- Edgar, though he goes by his middle name Spencer because he thinks that nobody would trust a cutlery salesman named Edgar. He isn't really that trustworthy, though, as his sales route is really a cover for a longstanding revenge against the high school students who tormented him for his acne and bad haircuts. He's a nonviolent man, and despite selling knives more than adequate for killing and maiming he prefers only to slash their tires, but does it so throughly as to build up a sweat. Naturally he attacks the tires only after meeting with customers.