The manchild, The urban myth, The horror that finally threw Lovecraft over the edge.

Stood at an underwhelming five foot five Derek makes a sight for sore eyes, but very often the dull thud of his step precedes him. Often smelling quite pungently of grease and sweat his hulking, pasty frame must rarely ever see the sunlight and outside world. His interests include food, my little pony and complaining about how women are heartless bitches because they never seem interested in him.