Duncan is an imposing Dragonkin man with a white mohawk, endowed in everything, a massive red engraved scales with gold like coloring in his scales, Horns and horned bearded small spikes, physically toned from pectorals, abdomen, biceps, thighs calf's, talons and claws, possessing a frilled tail with an impact, oftenly wearing dark sport shirts, black pants with straps, boots, and fingerless black gloves

Duncan is a S.O.B. in regards to MMA fights, escorts, even intimidation, oftenly working on his own, few know him around the inner metropolitan circles for his ways to get what the client payed for, be it gambling, retrieving some money or doing a service, after all, a Dragonkin of his position has to have a reputation and one Duncan has kept stainless, even if he has had his runnings with the MPPD, he never quivers under pressure, but keeps a cool attitude, once he flirted with the entire police department he managed to escape the authorities, by the time the Detectives had arrived, that red dragon had left.

As a dragonkin that knows how to be either the good or the bad guy, depending on the situation, some females be it humans, beasts of any kind call him the Apex predator, a true alpha in both as a fighter and as a lover.

on a dark red lit neon apartment the cellphone rings, and in a cool manner the big red dragon answered the call. "Yes?." Duncan kept his eyes close. "Let me guess, someone owes you 20k and you want me to deal with it?." He fixed his white mohawk as the music on the background kept playing that ambience sound. "Fine.. I'll do it, but I'll keep 10k as it's my commission.." He hanged before the other male could reply. "Easy money.." He grinned bearing his fangs as he stood up and got his black sleeves trenchcoat, his long tail parting the leather as his steps were heavy.