Name: Kreeger ?Digger? Orn
Height: Six feet even
Weight: Two hundred and seven pounds
Build: All the cut without the bulk, probably does too much crossfit like a loser
Gender: People just have one gender here?
Eye color: Violet, purple, or other words used in the Thesaurus for purple
Hair: Black and very common

Digger, oh Digger. He?s obviously lived a life that's been like sandpaper against him. While he at least isn't beat to shit, just worn down a bit. The only real major old wound on him would be what's obviously the remains of an attempted hanging around his throat. And to taunt those that had failed in getting him to do the last dance in the air, he?s tattooed a vine right into the rut with little leaves springing around from the trench.

His mug is clean and he at least shaves to keep himself all sorts of baby faced. While his black hair is shaved down on the sides to leave the top in a mohawk, he's just so ready for a punk concert. Why, he even has a ring set in the middle of his nostril, and one over his right eyebrow. His jaw is sharp, smooth, to give him a rather angular mug. Set into his sockets are two eye with a purple creamy center, to bad the white of them have yellowed out from decades of boozing.

He seems to favor bulky clothing such as coats and robes, which seem to be to hide a rather off bulge around his belly. He's obviously fit and lean, so that lump in him just seem very out of place, it even moves on its own every now and again. Oh dear oh my, it's a mystery gang.

There's ink on the man too, and it's really rather cliche. It's like the guy that got that little chain wrist tat everyone got in the nineties went fucking nuts with the idea and decided to tattoo a weave of chains right up both of his arms. It's very metal, Alice Cooper would be proud.