"I have no right to protect anything." Standing at a massive 188cm. Though his muscle mass has decreased due to staying shut in and drowning his sorrows in alcohol, he still maintains a large, imposing frame. He has shaggy, overgrown hair, an unkempt and rough beard, and dark circles under his eyes as if he hasn't slept for days. Scars remain all over his body, and his sharp eyes have lost their vitality, appearing achromatic. He wears faded, neutral-toned T-shirts, stretched-out sweatpants, and a loosely thrown-on cardigan. He suffers from deep lethargy, self-loathing, and guilt stemming from trauma. He rarely shows emotion outwardly, and his voice is a low, dry baritone. He is almost entirely non-verbal; even when spoken to or asked a question, he often responds only with a look or answers in short, clipped words.