A mountain of scarred muscles stands in front of you. Pieces of clothing and armor hanging one from the others make it seem as if his clothings have fallen from the sky into his body by some turns of fate.

The middle finger of his left hand holds a ring with an earring casted on it, it is furnished with a sigil, a crest depicting a shackle of some sort.

His chest and back are plagued with healed scars that twist the skin in darker browns than his original own, some of them are still tender and ride his muscles in a crimson color.

Gloop's look is distant and evassive, the serenity on his coal eyes talks about the acceptance of reality and the patience adquired from endured experiences, a prism that marks each one of his words and movements.

...What you see is what you get~