"Alec Holland. Some call me the Swamp Thing." He can't eat but his toes do extend slightly, unseen, to root in the sunshine. Watching the meat makes stare passively. The one thing he doesn't miss is steak. A good juicy steak...

He shakes his great green head, "I tend to keep to the forests...out of town. Apologies in advance. They've become swamps at this point."