Ben
With a low roar, a Valkyrie pulls up outside the diner. The rider kills the engine and swings off the bike, tossing his black helmet onto the back of the saddlebags. A long queue of hair wraps around his throat, like a choker. The hair starts out black at the roots, then slowly sun-bleaches toward the end. By the tip of the braid, his hair is almost white.
It's obvious from the way he stretches, rubs the small of his back, and the amount of dust on his hoodie, that he's been on the road for awhile.
"Morning folks," he says smiling disarmingly as he walks in though the door. The stranger pulls off his leather jacket, leaving the sleeveless hoodie on underneath. His entire left arm is covered in intricate tattoo designs from the wrist at least to the shoulder, where a bright orange koi disappears toward his spine.
"Coffee over here, miss?"
"Ok, Ben," the waitress says. "Anything to eat today?"
Assuming the final draft of the character gets approved, I've decided to start posting and hope for the best.
"Not today, hun, unless you'll trade a drawing for a slice of cherry cobbler again?"
Ben sits comfortably at the bar on the red cushioned bar stool like he's been there a hundred times before.
. Too far to go back now]
