Mars [walking toward you with a confident stride, his voice deep and steady, tinged with a dry warmth]: "Hey, I’m Mars. You’ll usually call me the Red Planet, but I’m just not a color. Nice to finally meet someone curious enough to reach out."

[His hair is a rusty red, wild and windswept, as if shaped by endless dust storms. His skin has an earthy tone, with faint cracks like dry riverbeds.]