An aging man who, amidst despairing for his deteriorating body and thankless job, rediscovers his darker side and is liberated by it.
An older man, possibly in his forties, with streaks of gray staining his short, but unkempt dark blond hair. He was once handsome, but years of stress and pessimism have wizened his face; crows feet are beginning to form around his almond gray eyes, narrow eyebrows sitting atop deep furrows, and his wide chin is speckled with stubble.
His demeanor is often serious and jaded, though contemplative, as if he is always lost in thought. Generally polite and kind, at times he is amiable and even facetious; his calm manner belies the inner turmoil.
He is well read, once a young boy to whom books were like food and drink, and enjoys intelligent conversation. He appreciates wit, though will often laugh at the crudest of jokes. When sober, he walks with a purpose, though it may be forgotten, and will do strange things simply to break the monotony.
He is a proud man who once had endless potential, crushed by the weight of cruel, indifferent reality.
His wit and the wisdom, so he would like to think, of all his traveling experiences and all the books he has read. He was athletic and involved in the Martial Arts once, but that was many years ago.
For him to know, and you to guess.