Bouncing in place, the young man exudes frenetic energy barely contained by his skin. Dark eyes sparkling with intelligence and mischief look up from underneath the thick nest of wild dark curls that frame his angular face. His tanned caramel skin carries the stories of hard work with a few cuts, stains from oil and the tells of a wild youth still being experienced.

A crooked sheepish grin comes across the uncertain lips, revealing straight white teeth. eyes almost looking as if they did not know where to focus. The tradie’s hands are often tucked into the pockets of the worn blue parka that fits snuggly across his strong broad shoulders, the black hoodie underneath clinging to his well-muscled frame, the insignia of some heavy metal band peeking out. Silver sparkles in his eyebrow and right ear, a mismatched collection of industrial and simple piercings.  Sturdy legs are encased in well-worn jeans tucked into heavy steel capped boots.