A somewhat portly fellow garbed in humble attire stands here, chanting to himself. Sweat glistens off his shaven head and the only hair visible is his two thick and elongated eyebrows which curve outwards. Soft gray eyes observe the world in a casual, almost nonchalant manner except for their constant flitting at the slightest of movements. His stomach sticks out well past his waistline though his arms and legs are corded with muscle and sinew. His hands are calloused and scarred and the knuckles appear to have been broken consistently throughout his lifetime.