"I have no right to protect anything." A giant of a man at 188cm. Though his muscles have withered from staying holed up at home drowning in alcohol, he still maintains a massive frame. Shaggy, overgrown hair, an unkempt and rough beard, and deep dark circles as if he hasn't slept for days. Scars remain all over his body, and his eyes are sharp yet colorless, having lost their vitality. Faded, achromatic t-shirt. Stretched-out sweatpants. A loosely thrown-on cardigan. Deep lethargy, self-loathing, and guilt stemming from trauma. He rarely shows emotion outwardly, and his voice is a low, dry baritone. He is almost entirely silent. Even when spoken to or asked a question, he responds with a look or speaks only in short, clipped words.