He’s a slim and nerdy kid. Quite impulsive and driven by an inner force. Likes the cold weather, his mother was actually an ice queen. But, he’s not aware of that or the magic he’s inherited from her. He lacks confidence, and is quite shy. But loves making people happy. He’s tall and independent, enjoying his time alone and solitude relaxing by the ice wall. Writing stories and poems, fantasizing about a different world. He’s got glasses and long dark hair. A scar above his right eye from a flying plate while washing dishes. Incredibly intelligent but full of self doubt. Likes wearing bright colors and tye die clothing. Doesn’t feel like he belongs. HAnds covered in scars from attemptin got handle different critters he comes across in the badlands. His eyes are a soft gray and always inquisitive. Doesn’t car much for fancy clothes or anything like that. Shops at the thrift store, wears second hand clothes until they fall apart and the bar owner forces him to buy new ones. Slim face with sporadic pockets of facial hair spurting out. Wears lots of pendants and symbols for jewelry, loves reading mythology from around the world. Always carries a pen and small notebook. Fingernails chewed down to a painful level. Loves clothing with lots of pockets and comes prepared for most situations. Also carries a back pack, covered in quotes written by people he’d encoiuntered in the past