This lanky indian, er, Native American kid looks about the age to vote or go to war. He has dark eyes with a curious look, an uncertain smile, and a face that shows none of the wear and tear of a hard life. Tangled black hair looks direly in need of a cut, the stubble on his chin shows both the need of a good shave and why he rarely bothers with it. He might clean up well, but he ain't cleaned up now.
He's dressed in a huge olive drab army jacket that looks surplus from the Canadian army, under which is a flannel shirt and a stained tee shirt whose red and orange star clashes a bit with the flannel and the jacket. His jeans are worn and torn, his left sneaker has a hole in it, but it doesn't seem to bother him too much.
