Someone's Neighbors

Meet someone's neighbor, let's call him Fred.
He's in his late 40s, got grey hair and a darker grey goatee-mustache-ish hair which comes to a point on his chin. Channels the wizard look, or sorcerer, or Dumbledore. Or more strongly reminds you of those wizards you see in photos that are on packages of wizard Halloween costumes. Fred rocks tattoos aplenty, and rides his hog when he's not yelling at his yapping dog to be quiet. He lives in the apartment downstairs from you.

Slightly awkward in terms of communication skills, he has darting eyes and usually dons a t-shirt and cargo shorts; you see him frequently around at home or with his hulking friend Biff, working out in the makeshift gym in the shared garage. It has quite a medley of workout equipment, surprisingly, in such a rusty looking space.
He has a girlfriend, let's call her Nicole. She's probably in her early 40s but you rarely see her around.
Sometimes you'll hear them talking, but very rarely. But there's always individual yelling at the dog to quiet down.