Player: Bart

Anthony (or Tony) looks far from appealing; the guy is tall (six-two), wiry (~150lbs), and clearly hunches over which makes his size far less impressive. Skin pale from copious time spent indoors clashes strongly with the black hair that he keeps combed back up top, his chin usually coated by a light dark fuzz; he looks pretty ghoulish for someone in their 20s. Grey-blue eyes are framed by dark rings underneath them, giving him the look of perpetual exhaustion. He dresses plainly in comfortable clothes one could find in a thrift store; hoodies, sweatpants, faded band t-shirts; surely he's got a set of more 'formal' wear stashed away somewhere. His hands, when not half-covered up by too-long sleeves have clearly seen wear from a myriad of nicks, burns, and impacts.

There are thousands of workers like him; seeming worn, grey, and generally hammered into casual disinterest with the world around them. He certainly still seems like it at times, being perhaps not quite apathetic but yet working on breathing a new life into his interactions. Still, he is quite clearly most at ease when fiddling with machines since when he talks his dry tone would make a British person blush. He can be considered reserved though grows distinctly more animate when given the floor to talk on about -his- interests. Perhaps not the most tactful of individuals either; sometimes people just need to hear something, don't they? Delaying the inevitable is impractical.

Inquisitive and fairly well-read, there's a fairly good head on those shoulders which knows when to get to business.

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