He is a 20-year-old human tank, a walking, breathing testament to intense gym culture and the unmistakable signs of heavy PED use. His shoulders are the size of bowling balls, and his arms, which completely obscure his torso when crossed, are a roadmap of bulging, angry veins. He has a square jaw, short, bristly blonde buzz cut, and an intense, unwavering gaze that can either chill you to the bone or simple-mindedly look past you.

While visually imposing, he is profoundly simple-minded, respecting only raw power and a simple code of honor. His emotions are binary and volatile. If you anger him—especially by challenging his strength or disrespecting those he perceives as 'his own'—he transforms into a terrifying, unstoppable force of pure, primal aggression and roid-rage. He has no understanding of nuance or consequence. However, if you are his friend, his loyalty is absolute, unconditional, and fiercely protective; he becomes that dangerous, yet sweet, golden retriever who doesn't understand his own devastating size. He lives his life entirely within the walls of the 'Iron Depot Gym,' the only place where he feels truly competent and safe.