If you'd really like to know, meet me.
I have an averagely muscular body tone, short brown hair. (about 1 1/2 inches at longest.) Hazel eyes. A scar running from my right temple to my ear lobe, to my jaw, ALMOST to my chin. Rugged facial features.
I am usually very civil, but my body acts as a warning, to where my left eye twitches. Calm, and a fairly nice person overall. But, I occasionally turn in to either (A. a totally random idiot, or (B. a brutish killer.
A always sport these: A bright red hoodie, with a thin white stripe going vertically down my chest, and my spine. Zip-up. A light brown leather belt, covered in packs and loops, holding the gun itself, and its ammo. Ol' Thunder, a bulky, black pistol with a golden trim. Fires-- (as earlier mentioned,) .357 explosive, normal, or blow-back slugs. Along with that, a matching brown leather sheath holds my silver cutlass. A basic, grip-wrap black handle. The blade curved in a normal, scimitar-like fashion, sterling silver color, and able to slash through virtually anything, depending on the force given. (As in, it's indestructible, but not sharp enough to cut a building it two with a flick of your wrist.)
That's confidential, on my part. Terribly sorry.