Never ending grin and never ending hunger. Sees everyone the same: future food to swallow down for dinner. Lives by his own code: prey are food, but food will be treated right; specifically, how they’d prefer - cherished, roughed up, or simply devoured without a second thought. Prefers permavore Isn’t picky about what he eats or who. Usually found roaming the streets of the city to find something or someone to eat. You might as well call yourself “Food” while around him cause that's all he sees