And what I’ve done and seen.
But what can I reply
Who know it wasn’t I,
But someone just like me,
Who went across the sea
And with my head and hands
Killed men in foreign lands...
Though I must bear the blame
Because he bore my name.
Standing roughly at six feet, Otto is a roughly average man, with green eyes and what would be swarthy hair, if he didn't keep it shaven. He carries himself with pride, if with a limp in his step. Often times one can find him clad in a rather dashing suit, though despite his outwardly attractive trappings, the aged man has a disturbing feeling to him.