A man stood in a room, an air of pride in his stance as he wore a green suit, and to go along with it, an emerald colored, star shaped hair pin on the left side of his oak brown hair, which was smooth and soft, as if it'd recently been washed, and nearly reached his shoulders. He looked you up and down with his eyes, their color resembling that of a shamrock.

He smiled at you in a warm and welcoming way, before bowing his head slightly as he spoke. "Saluton."