Maxwell Davis

Maxwell always seemed to blend in with the crowd for most of his life. Tall, greying hair and bushy mustache, the older gentleman seemed to find himself with rather plain complexions. Brown eyes, trimmed hair, and a strong jaw that was betrayed by the offset wrinkles that come along with old age. The years seemed to have treated him well enough, but it was clear that his prime was far behind him.

He had a bit of a gut, broad shoulders, reaching just at six foot two. He was muscular, and held the stature of someone who'd been working with their hands for most of their life. However, despite the hardened exterior his expression was usually calm and friendly.. his voice warm and comforting if he needed it to be.