An 6’8, muscular ex-military human man who has turned 31, and goes by the name of Zeon. Hes lost everyone, everything, his friends and family. Zeon is smart very intelligent even, agile, patient as hell, and very emotionally intelligent. He doesn’t talk so much, he doesn’t need to. He proves his point easily, but he’s fair. Zeon does curse from time to time. Zeon used to carry a sniper rifle with him, a handgun at his hip, and a lot of ammo around his waist when he was in the army. Now, he carries coffee to his minimum wage job. He’s got those sharp dark brown tired eyes, a sharp and rugged jaw line and a bit of a beard. A very handsome facial complexion covered in scars. He used to wear a black mask over his nose and mouth back in the army(not anymore tho.), a black hood, a long-sleeved, compression shirt. Zeon has outgrown black hair and wears black gloves. His body is covered in tattoos and large scars that tell a story. Zeon has a backpack which he carries supplies in. On that backpack hangs a keychain from his childhood favorite rpg game. His reason he joined the army back in his youth, and climbed the ranks quickly.