Chris

Chris Johnson is a man who’s lived off the Alaskan peninsula, in Unalaska. He is a 40 year old man who moved to Alaska when he was 19, he liked the desolate life and small town he lives in. He is a fisherman with a burly, kind of full of himself attitude. His pride is his small boat. He’s mostly on the water so he lives in it. He does have a small home in the main town. And it has barely anything in it. Chris himself doesn’t wash very much, but remains a nice smell. That of the ocean, a but of grime and masculine smells. And the occasional hint of fish. He doesn’t interact with many people, and is bull headed. Never listening to other people. He has an unkempt scruffy beard that’s going from his brown hair to a grey. His hair is grey on the ends and the roof on his head, with minimal brown showing. But he always had a yellow beanie on so his hair bushes over his eyes. A habit he’s had since he was younger. He smokes a cigar and wears a raincoat and a navy hoodie underneath, he wears boots and long thick socks. And fingerless gloves. He eats an unhealthy amount of deserts when he can. But he stays rather skinny. Due to constant solitude hes super awkward in conversation with people. He’s kind of a jerk but warms up when he’s comfortable.