Deep blue eyes, with dirty blonde hair, which is buzzed at first but when it grows, curls slightly. Lean and wiry, his muscle built mostly from prison workouts. Scars crisscross his arms and torso—some surgical, some self-inflicted, some from fights he doesn’t talk about. Covered in tattoos, which are: a full sleeve of snakes winding through broken halos and burning churches, Marla’s faded name on his ribs. Large angel wings on his back with three fallen feathers for the three who were murdered