Calloused, rough around the edges, a little bit odiferous at the best of times, and creaky in the limbs as they approach their third decade of rough living on the range: the career ranch hand has learned to be a bit remote emotionally, a BUNCH blunt verbally, and given to drift onward when life pushes them. Ranch hands might be considered "coarse-looking" by civilized city folks. They wear their hair tied out of the way but worn long enough to cushion their necks on a long ride. They wear sturdy clothing in layers that won't get bunched around their limbs or their backsides. They eat what they can, when they can, because they never know when they might have to sleep under the stars in lieu of a few nights' supper.
A ranch hand around Oatman Canyon always has a nickname that is better known than the official one their parents bestowed at birth. They always speak at least two languages: Common, also known as Minosh in that area of the Longgrass Plains, and Noru. The more fortunate ones have had some book learning at a young age. A ranch hand tries to live by the Ranch Hand Code, and expects their peers to follow the same: