(He is a brunette boy with dark freckles scattered across his cheeks and body and green eyes. He had some hairy stubble on his chin. He is tall, standing at 6,1 and is quite fit.)

He wakes up chained to the corner of the room. There were scratches on the walls in that corner. That was usually where you chained him up during a full moon so he couldn’t harm anyone. He stretches and yawns.

“Morning, sweetie.” He says in a husky, sleepy voice