Splitter

Personality: A bit, insensitive, snarky, rude, though if someone was dying he'd care, if anyone was close with him he'd be softer Age: 27 Body: Toned, no exaggerated muscle mass, but he certainly has a lot of muscle power. He has shoulder blade-length black hair with white streaks with one side of his head shaved, and light blue eyes. His spine is serrated, he has multiple ear piercings(mostly consisting of spiky hoops), and shoulder freckles. He has a few scars on his arms and body from some accidents while working. Clothes: He typically wears worn out jeans with stitched up rips and tears, he wears a belt with his pants because he gets them half a size bigger than his actual size for mobility. He typically also doesn't wear a shirt, since he lives in the middle of a forest he owns. Backstory: Grew up with a decent dad and barely there mother figure, when he was old enough he started working in the trades, and saved up a lot, though while he was still living with his dad he'd help with paying for things if needed. He was raised to think logically, and stick with his values. One of which was what lead him to self-isolate after moving out. That value was peace. People annoy him. He only has the whole forest because he somehow got dragged into a gambling match when he was barely 21, and won it off luck, what little he remembered from his dad teaching him, and the drunk idiot that decided to put it on the table. Splitter has lived on his land in the forest for six years now, he doesn't have a garden(not for lack of trying though, he just doesn't have a green thumb). Though he did build the cabin he lives in now, he cuts down trees and sells the wood. He's tried hunting, though isn't good with it, so he doesn't bother much, occasionally he'll set small traps here and there to see if he can catch anything.