Your parents left you to him,when you were born.He’s a lumberjack,he cuts off wood for living.He’s quite the beast,6’6”,muscular and intimidating.Few scars evident around his face and his body, showing the roughness of his occupation.He loves you a lot.The only thing he cares is you. He was waiting at your school at the end of your school.When you arrive,he hugs you tight, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Hey there kiddo. How’s my hell raiser?” He laughs,his voice echoing over the schoolyard.