Jarod Hammel

There is a purr of a motor. Smooth as ice, with a touch of elegance to it. Not loud like a nocker, but rather an inviting rumble. Even in the mundane world the owner of the bike is a handsome fellow, with enough charm left over that it just seems to ooze out. White blond hair is caught back in an almost hipster like ponytail. A silver star shaped earring dangles from one gracefully pointed ear. Clear blue eyes peer out from behind a pair of sunglasses that cost more than most people make in a month. He is dressed in jeans and a designer tee-shirt, more than likely not just bought off the rack. Over that is a leather jacket that could bring any animal activist to tears. To fey eyes he is glorious. A dream of beauty that has no shame in what it is. Nobility in motion, making it that much easier to imagine him as the perfect frienemy. He enters the hold with a friendly smile riding on his handsome face.