Ghon is a rugged figure, shaped by the harsh world that has swallowed everything around him. His face is weathered, marked by both the passage of time and the scars of survival. Dark, unkempt hair falls around a pair of sharp, calculating eyes, constantly scanning the chaos. His body is lean, toned by necessity, not strength. There’s a hardness to him, a guardedness that comes from constant betrayal, yet beneath it, a flicker of something deeper, perhaps a need for connection