Thoughts on a New Character

Meh. I need something immediate too.
I had the idea of him crashing his car. Which appeals to me. Possibly banging it into a tree outside the tavern.
But who is this guy? Is it just some guy? He can't be just some guy. Or why not? We're just some guy to someone.
So I ask again. Who is this guy?
He's a guy that would own an El Camino, or similar looking car.
  - Is he a car enthusiast, or is just his first car.
I kinda imagine him as having been given it as a hand-me-down. A used car, that he does his best to take care of, and is proud of. Given it to him for his eighteenth birthday.
   -It's a 1968 El Camino. It needs to be getting close to a decade and a half old. So, he's from 1981 or so. His Dad's driven it as long as he can remember.
   - His Dad's in the trades. Not a mechanic, not a plumber or a contractor. My gut says something towards linework, but perhaps a millwright.
   - Yes. A millwright, working for General Motors in Flint Michigan. Layoffs are a-coming, but he's got seniority, so it'll be some time before his job is gone.
   - His mom? His mom's a teacher. A high school chemistry teacher. His parents went to high school together.
Okay, so what's the kid do?
 - First of all, his dad would like him to follow in the trades, but there's been a lot of talk lately about how there might be layoffs a coming, and his older brother's already apprenticing, so he's going to univer... No.
  - You are falling into the same trap as always. Kids who aren't confident. What does the town /need/ that it does not currently have? Make him be that. So first thing's first. He's not eighteen. He's twenty three.
 - THe car's old by now. Nearly twenty years. But the old man knows a thing or two about how to take care of a car, and he's taught you a few things, and between the two of you, you've kept it running way longer than should have been reasonable. The year is 1985. You were born in 1962, making you twenty-three. Dad bought that car back in '68, and kept it in damned fine shape all these years. You've had it since 1980, since you turned 18, since you announced you were going off.
- You went to the University of Michigan. You got decent grades, which helped, and you were captain of the high school lacrosse team, which also helped, what with the scholarship you got. Then you went and got a job, and took on student debt, which helped the rest of the way. You got a job.
My god, he's not gonna be a dentist. What a boring son of a bitch that would be. You want something /interesting/. Something engaging.
My god, this guy is stepping out of his car after hitting a tree, and thinking what the hell is going on? He's not gonna be a fucking dentist, get real.
I mean, this guy's not a fighter, but he's no wuss. He plays lacrosse in an adult league. He was on the university team. He was captain of the high school lacrosse team. Guy's not a wimp. He's built well.
His older brother's a millwright. He'd bought his first car, something of a beater.
First up. He's a she. This is a woman we're making
Second up? Not lacrosse. Either field hockey or cross country. Something of a marathonner. That appeals to me. A lot.
  -Okay, no. Field hockey. She was a field hockey player, and gave it up after university, and keeps active by running. She's done a marathon since university, and still keeps in good shape.
She was something of a tomboy growing up. Took an interest in cars, which her dad was glad to oblige. He'd initially worried that she wasn't quite right, but her mom assuaged his fears, and she ended up dating a few guys in high school and university. She's lost her virginity, to a guy in one of her classes.