A tall, black haired male approaches you, kicking a Blitzball to the side as he digs his claymore into the ground, as the handle chains rattle. He then stretches out, rubbing his neck as he peers over to you, before raising a eyebrow. Jus' gonna stand there? Say somethin'! He grins rather cockly and sheepish, as if he expects you to recognize him and praise him, afterall, he is the Star Player of the Zanarkind Abes.