you’re on your way home one night. You’d been held late. As your walking you have to do a double take. You can’t believe your eyes, and you think you’re going insane. In front of you is a tan skinned man with four arms. Around 9 to 10 ft tall, with piercing pink eyes. He has curly blond hair, and is dressed in the shortest crop top and shorts you’ve ever seen, paired with a thing of fishnets and combat boots. Two wings hover behind him. Two horns curling out of his hair