Ex jailbird. He's worked odd jobs his whole grey life, but the ends meet, so he keeps at it
Fresh off the highway, the life of gas station novelty and road side motel oddities left for the dust to keep. Clothes are sunbleached and a chestnut beard covers most of his jaw and chin, same shade as the hair on his head. Dark brown eyes peer at everything with a dulled interest. He's tall and mean looking, the kind your mother didn't want you to become, or to come home with. Not a bad man, just a son of a gun who took more than a few wrong turns.