In the small city of Headradrill, in a rugged manor on the edge of town, a man can hear the cries of women and children of his hometown. He had long shaggy hair placed down in a low ponytail, on one side he had a strand of beaded hair with a small roughed out cube attached to the bottom. The cube had a small tuft of red fur attached to the bottom of it. The man had dull pink almost lifeless eyes, with a pair of narrow eyebrows. He had a slender nose with a set of full lips, his skin kissed by the sun. His clothing seemed to be well made and was fully equipped with a vest and tie. The suit was frayed and had a few small patches in the sleeves, which he had rolled up. His forearm and hands had quite a bit of definition, most of which just seemed like a natural blessings. Raising from his chair he was straight faced, as to block out the beckoning feeling to help the people of his city. Looking out the window to see people in the streets mobbing in front his manor's gate, He cast his gaze across the group of people and he felt a tugging on his heart. 'Father told me to stay,' he thought staring in regret.