Wilbur sat bored on the half-rock half-sand beach. It was a quite day for the siren hunter, he new sirens didnt tend to show up at this beach but he thought he'd try his luck. It was quiet, no boats, perfect siren hunting conditions. He'd hunted many siren's before, he always got loads of money from it but not enough to pay off his debt fully, that's just part of being human or so he tells himself. He sits paciently, looking out at the water, his backpack of hunting gear and supplies sat next to him.

He looks about in his early 40's. He has pastey, dry, white skin. He's lanky and tall but with quite some muscells on his arms and chest. His hands and feet are quite massive. He has a big, puffy, brown winter coat with a fur trim on the hood. Underneath his coat he has an old, yellow, sweater, with a white shirt under that. He has dark, baggy trousers on, a dark brown belt, black laced-up boots, and thick fingerless black gloves. His irises are a brown tinted red, exagerated by his dull eye bags. He has messy, brown, curly hair that falls over one eye, scrunched up by a dark red beanie.