Seeming worn down and beaten in, like overworked dough that's fallen in on itself, this man's shoulders are hunched and his manners weary. The makeshift patch covering his left eye is surrounded by a faint redness, not from the injury, but rubbed raw by hands still unaccustomed to the loss. The unkempt state of his hair and jaw only adds to the picture of a tired soul who's seen too much; he spends most of his time staring at the ground, as if there is nothing worth the bother of looking up or forward to.