A giant scar goes from his forehead, over a milky white eye, and onto his cheek. His other eye darts about quickly, under dirty long brown hair. He is short and stocky, thick forearms, thicker calves. He's covered with dirt, the hair on his arms is slicked down with sweat. And he smells. Awful. He smells like he hasn't taken a bath in a year. Covered in awful, clearly prison tattoos, he shifts uncomfortably in front of you, like a stray dog.