You happen to find yourself running into a 6'4 Caucasian man with a cold-front demeanor. He seemed oddly calm for such a stoic expression. He wore an assortment of leathers from his trench coat and his tight shirt and pants with a belt to match. A pair of sunglasses sat on his face hiding his glaring red, cat-like eyes from the world. He was sharp and had short, blonde hair and he showed a sense of authority and seemed to be a very busy man. He looked down on you with a scowl.

"Who are you?"