barfs

??/M/6'0. An aspiring poet who works part time at a bakery, and by working part time I mean that he sometimes helps clean up and gets a bit of coin from it. He technically counts as unemployed, but what can you do when your true calling lies within the old typewriter propped up in your tiny apartment? If only he could make some money of his poetry, get it published or something. But the thing is that he's incredibly bad at handling social situations and usually only manages to stammer a quick greeting or farewell before fleeing the scene. He prefers the company of plants quite a bit and his apartement is filled to the brim with them.
He's tall and slender, kind of like a young birch tree, with messy brown hair and green eyes. Since he usually remains inside his clothes primary function is being comfortable and as such he often wanders around in old t-shirts and worn out jeans. When going outside he just sticks his feet in a pair of old hiking boots and throw on a patched coat.