As you mind your own business at a bar, a tall man sits next to you on the stool, asking for a strong drink with a straw. He's very muscular, with a prominent scar on his left arm. He has long blonde hair that reaches down to his back and a matching blonde goatee that peaks out of a strange mask that completely obscures his face. He looks a bit... bloodied and beat up. He sounds rather calm despite being in this state.

"The hell are you lookin' at."

Shit-- he saw you staring.