Blake Turner
Blake is rather hard to miss. These days he tends to walk half-hunched/half-crouched, and even still he towers over everyone. He wears a huge heavy brown coat, which look like it may have began its life as a tarp. Getting close you notice a strange, dry scent; one which causes something in the back of your brain to recoil. You shake it off and press on, but its too late, he whirls on you, and his eyes meet yours. You're taken off guard by piercing yellow eyes, and you get an impression of scales, as well as horns and a frill; but before you can react, he darts away, and you're left wondering if you saw a tail or not.