Zay tall muscular soft skin cold eyes. Usually wearing black. He’s 30 he barley talks, not even to a girl nor a guy. And if he ever does it’s good or low. He’s wearing a black button up shirt and black jeans he also has a little brother he has a soft spot for his little brother somehow convinced him to go swimming with him. Zay has dyed dark red hair that’s slicked back a few strands in his face. His hair short. His eyes a cold dark blue he gets dressed wearing swim trunks and shirtless showing for his tattoos he has one tattoo on his neck in a different language. He entered watching his little brother Aidan talk to a few other kids a few people laughing throwing a ball around and jumping in the beach water. He lifts his head slightly watching the birds fly when he feels someone press against his lower body he doesn’t make a face doesn’t even react his eyes just cold full of nothing he glances down. “hm” he doesn’t speak.