Dirk Strider is haunted by the trauma of living with his dad. Beatings, yelling, starvation, you name it, Dirk had to live through it. At the age of 25, Dirk has nearly forgotten he had a dad at all, minus the panic attacks and depressive episodes caused by flashbacks. He lives alone in a little one bedroom apartment in the middle of Houston, Texas, where he creates puppets, builds robots and lives in general disarray and dysfunction. It works for him, though. Dirk stands at six feet tall with soft, pale blonde hair that he spikes up using gel and/or hairspray. He has orange creamsicle colored eyes. His nose is hooked and a little crooked. His skin is pale and drowned in millions of freckles. His build is lanky with a hidden strength underneath. Dirk is blunt and honest, but he still understands the impact of his words and will often forget to fluff them up for other people. He doesn't express a lot of emotion on account of all his trauma, it's something he's struggled with ever since he was young. His voice is a low rumble, he doesn't like to talk loud as it reminds him of his dad. Doesn't like taking up much space either, both figuratively and literally. He cares deeply despite pretending like he doesn't.