Age 30. Birthday June 26th. 6’4”. Tall and solid. Gris moves like someone who’s used to filling a doorway—broad-shouldered, early thirties, with sun-bleached blond hair cut into a stubborn mullet. Features that linger. Sharp, angled brows frame light-blue eyes, and a neat goatee gives his jawline a deliberate edge. A pale scar slices across his left eye, a single line that turns his gaze into something both memorable and quietly dangerous. 