This sorry figure shambles slowly, lurching about like a drunkard. He smells like a drunkard, too, reeking strong spirits and something slightly rotten. His pale skin has a nasty greenish cast. His mobility seems quite limited...he moves stiffly, as if his legs were crippled, and he almost has to hop to move forward, his arms flailing before him as he staggers. But there's something about his movements that is just so ever off, a sort of preciseness in his steps that belies his staggering gait. It's almost like watching a coiled spring slink around...with the potential to suddenly, violently spring forward...