A twig like man whose sophisticated posture and barrel chest alerts you that he is no average nerd. His jungle stained coat has the slogan "The earth is flat? Preposterous!" spread behind its shoulders. One of the lenses on his glasses has an oblique fracture. He regularly thumbs his beard and observes the environment with systematic precision. When he isn't experimenting in the natural brush, he jots notes about his experiences on the island. He would like to showcase his collection of jarred scientific discoveries to everyone, but he feels it is still too rudimentary to display, yet.

Something tells you this is a man with a natural sense of humour.

He was abandoned here by his fellow explorers, a direct result from duking it out with drunken fraternity tag alongs. Every now and then, immature monologue lambasting 'those fools' appears in his notes.

When asked to make a fist, he awkwardly curls his thumb inside and grins with beaming dorkiness. A hungry tiger lurks in the distance. Yes, he is screwed.