He is a young man. He's handsome, too. Blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight, piercing blue eyes. He's not tall, but he has an energy, an exuberance, and a unique, quirky sense of humour, which some find intriguing, and others simply confusing.
He has so many dreams. He runs everyday, down by the seashore, to keep in shape, and while he does, he dreams. There is little else to do, after all. When he runs is his time, time that he takes away from the world to just be himself. And to think.
He'd like to think deep, philosophical thoughts, but instead he daydreams. The usual daydreams, about getting the girl and saving the day. Either order would work for him.
He's been in love a few times, but nothing that lasted. Their partings were easy, simple, and didn't leave either party feeling too taxed, or emotional, or regretful. Things had run their course, and there was nothing more to be found there.
Sometimes, he comes across monsters when he is running. Small, mostly harmless creatures, with a vicious bite. Mostly, he ignores them. Sometimes he fends them off with a stick, dreaming that it is a sword.