Tall. Pale. Apathetic. These are perhaps the best ways that you might describe the man before you, if you could call him a man. Midnight black hair hangs limply across his face, an oily sheen makes it look as though it hasn't seen a wash in quite some time. Dull blue eyes stare vacantly from hollowed sockets, they move in a slow, nonchalant manner as if nothing in this world interests them in the slightest. His build is haggard, he is in desperate need of a good meal and yet he exudes strength despite his lack of physical prowess. His arms are long and hang listlessly at his side and swing with little to no motion with each step taken. He barely appears to be living and the eeriness is quite unsettling.