Varus

The monster of a man stood at a clear eight foot two in height, and was very well built- heavily so, but not ridiculous in muscle mass. Varus' hair was a mid-length mess of wild blonde-brown, his eyes were piercing and yellow, and his mouth was split into a near perpetual fanged grin. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, jeans, and big ol' boots, and every piece of his attire looked old and worn, and occasionally had the odd cut mark or bullethole. Oh, and then there was the blood soaking his clothing, in various degrees of freshness. He had a very youthful look to him, and perfect skin.