"Hah, what is there to tell? I'm five foot seven, hispanic, freckled, as, uh, you can probably see. Chubby, erm, no muscle." He rubs his soft neck. "I'm... really weak. I don't exercise. Like, ever. I just never built up the habit..." With a jolt, as if he didn't mean to say that, he changes course, "I mean, I have a job, and hobbies, I'm doing okay mentally and my friends say I'm kind. But, well, I'm just a guy. Nothin' wrong with that, but sometimes you just wish you were... more, ya know?" 