Black bowl cut hair, a bone pierced through his nose, leopard skin loincloth, and a necklace made of the teeth of outsiders. His feet are black and rough from growing up deep in the heart of the jungle. The callouses on his hands feel like sandpaper. Scars adorn his body. He has a pretty big penis, too. But that's only what you think he might look like. He is the stuff of legends. The huts you've come across all bear a warning to those who cross him. He moves too fast, you can only catch a quick glimpse of his war torn face before his gleaming machete comes crashing down upon your limbs. He is expressionless, but there is a slight hint of sadistic joy in his eyes. Unable to fight back, you can only watch as he scalps you and rapes your eye sockets. But you take no offense to that, it is the way of the native warriors. If it were him under your blade, you'd fuck his wife and turn his people into slaves.