Tate Frost

He was standing at meat's stand at this shop in his enormous and frightening height in black y-shirt and white butchery apron, with blood stains. He leaned on the meat stand and his deep violet half-narrowed eyes are looking at you and on his relaxed face appeared the lazy wolfish smirk and the deep and raspy voice sounded lazily and carefree
"Heh, what ya brought here in late hour?
With slow motion, he adjusted his light brown with with white threads hair There's kinda cold outside, y'know..like, not May the month?~