I have short, yet flowing dirty blonde hair. My sky blue eyes always twinkle delicately in the light, drawing attention to the perfectly sculpted gentle slope of my nose. My smooth tanned skin stretches elegantly over my face, accentuating its gentle curves. My lips are full yet thin, and just red enough to make those looking think to themselves, "Wow."
My thickly muscled body is hard and lean, obviously exceedingly athletic and designed for being able to not only survive the harshest of conditions but also to thrive in them. A complicated network of blue veins stretches up my heavy arms and across my broad chest. When I flex, the individual fibers that make up each of my full muscle bellies stand out, displaying clearly their raw inherent power. I stand 5'10" tall, with a trim 29.5" waist on my 212 lb frame.
Tatoos adorn my torso. I have a colorful band of leaves and vines that engulfs my left elbow. A small infinity symbol is etched into my right wrist and a burning star is permanently drawn onto the nape of my neck.
When I run, each individual muscle can be seen bouncing up and down rhythmically. With each stride, my quadriceps tighten as I bound forward in haste, then relax completely less than a fraction of a second later. Some say that when I move, they hear angelic voices singing quietly in their heads and that a warm feeling washes over them. Many people are convinced that I'm more than just a man. I can't say they're wrong.