My name is Maxwell Parker, I stand at a height of about six feet and three inches. Quite tall, if I must say, but someone I know dwarfs even me. My hair is like golden silk, a characteristic of a man I hate with all the bones in my body, My eyes however, thankfully took the form of my mother. Not to say I like that woman, I just hate her less. They were blue.
A sharp jawline was present on my face, which was by no means any less deserving of it. I was the man many women would only dream for, or had read about in novels. Unfortunately, my idol like face had been ruined recently because of someone's antics.
Dark bags had found their way underneath my eyes, and a stubble had formed on my perfect jawline as well. I was also, not in character at all, in my undies. Underwear? I don't know what the slang the younger generation uses for it.
