He looks like a Scandinavian Gypsy. With twin tail, under the beanie hat. His red flannel shirt waves along his long stride when walking, sleeves roll up to the elbow, revealing tattoos of fishes and octopus. His shirt has a Mickey Mike half hidden under the belly.

His jean is a bit ripped, but manage to looks like the most expensive out of all his outfits.

His shoes? I don’t see it. Nor does he need it.

He floats around.

His power?

He can call anything “bro, brother” and anything alike in any language, and instantly become friend with that thing.

I saw him call the Earth his brother once…