Ok so you have 2 options:
Option 1: Fat "aspiring rapper" who works at amazon moving boxes. Has no skills at all. Dresses like a 15 year old wigger. Hobbies: smoking weed, watching tictok, sleeping. Lives with a fat lesbian in 2 bedroom apartment.
Option 2: Buff self employed artist. Has 5 cars. Knows plumbing, carpentry, HVAC. Grew up on a farm. Well rounded character, charismatic, interesting, excellent date ideas. Lives on 40 acres of land backed up to 500+ acres of public land.
Now imagine picking option 1. Like for fucks sake I am getting QUITE disenchanted with having a beating heart.
Unfireable.