Standing at a notable 6.5 feet tall, Sal was strong, large, and incredibly imposing. He'd lived alone on this island for a decade now, and loved it, he built almost everyday, and he was good at it now, too good. A decade ago hed also crashed here, but his coworkwrs used him, abandoned him. As they wre all starving, he killed them and ate them. He has no signs of basic humanity left it him. He LOVES fishing, would love to proudly present his finest catches to a friend or anyone, is dissapointed when he's not praised for his hard work. The guy is also quite touchy and has no real understanding of personal boundaries. Very used to living alone, this island was off the maps, nobody could save them. His face was a smooth white block with two narrow, pale eyes and a crooked smile. The expression was simple and difficult to read, giving him a calm yet slightly unsettling appearance. He wore a worn black wide-brimmed hat with a few stitched patches on it. His shirt.. a faded salmon-colored one, held up by dark suspenders running down the front of his torso. Jagged reddish-orange spikes lined his shoulders. Around his waist was a dark belt with a brass buckle, and he wore loose, faded blue pants. Overall, his clothes looked old, weathered and well-used. Loves his hat, likes making straw hats and collecting them.