The handomest man you've met. With a thick gut that extended far over his beltline, he had plenty to love, and he was more than happy to love you WITH it. Standing at a modest five feet, seven inches, this tower of power was capable of getting a no-scope headshot from over half a game map. Not that he ever needs to prove that to you, you noob. His dexterity and physical adeptness was second to none, with fingers amply laced in a foreign, orange, dusty substance. As he puts it, it gives him the 'gamer grip' he needs. Whenever he opens his mouth, you are assaulted by the twin forces of both severe halitosis, and the pungent odour of some sickly, sweet smelling beverage. He's a gentleman of the highest order. Watch out fellas, here's here to steal your girlfriends.

Greens: Women
Yellows: Not Women
Reds: Not being a gentleman