In the first hour of you knowing Mako Rutledge, also popularly known as Roadhog, he was everything the news says he was and more. The mercenary was gigantic, the table he currently sat at looking more like it belonged to a doll house compared to his size. A gas mask hid his face, giving him an uncanny vibe. In one hand, Roadhog polished giant hook, an iconic part of his arsenal, almost as iconic as his shotgun.

“Let’s get going.” The merc stands to his head, ponytail brushing against the ceiling, giant pig tattoo shimmering on his belly. “Those city ain’t gonna tear itself up by itself.”