Rolfe had a rugged stature and quality about him that struck fear into most. His hair was longer on the top and he kept it swept back, buzzed on the sides with tattoos behind his ears. His handlebar mustache and neck-length beard were thick cinnamon-brown despite the darkness of the brunette hair on his head. He was always wearing snug black t-shirts, and the fabric strained against Rolfe’s thick tattooed arms. What stuck out the most about Rolfe, though, were his ice-blue eyes. They were round and wide and made him appear as though he could control one’s mind if he stared for too long.
