Undrafted

Roger is in his late fifties. He's young at heart and bounces around with animated sugar-rush energy.   Six cups of tea a day (four sugars in each) will do that to you.  He's medium height and looks haggard yet healthy, with tanned,  leathery skin covering his athletic frame. His usual greeting when entering a room is a loud and friendly, "Hello, groovers!" The most striking thing about Roger's appearance is his wavy collar-length bleach-blonde hair (noticeably darker at the root). Only slightly less remarkable are his jewel-like blue eyes that seem to squint and shine with secrets. Below them, he wears a quasi-permanent crooked, toothy grin. At least one of those teeth has cracked completely in half and been  superglued back in place by his own fair hand. His wardrobe, like his record collection, is entirely from the seventies. All natural fabrics (assuming you consider velvet to be natural); he's never worn a piece of sportswear in his life (unless you c...