in gritty color style; a figure strides forward, his form a haunting echo of the world that once was. Towering yet emaciated, his body is a canvas of sharp quills, a testament to adaptation in a harsh new reality. His long, unkempt blonde hair is gathered into a ponytail. Pallid skin, untouched by sunlight, speaks of endless days spent amidst the ruins. Clad in a sleeveless, stained white t-shirt and shredded jeans, he bears the marks of survival's struggle. A pole serves as weapon, a large cleaver strapped to its apex.