His name is Aiden, Aiden Flinton to be exact. He lives a one pony village and everyone knows each other. Aiden is a frail man of sixty-one years. His bones show through his unmuscular body and his stomach is round but not fat. He stands at five feet and seven inches on his bad back. Walking from town to his home he gets tired and is not in shape. The man walks with a cane and a hand upon his back. A face which wrinkles with every expression and a head of grey hair. Eyes the color of a sunset on a beautiful summer night and pale as a polar bear. Under his eyes lie bags of sleep deprivation and a plump nose which holds his round spectacles. He wears high brown khakis with a black belt and a tucked in dark green shirt.