Ox Ford

Ox Ford

Ox Ford
Ox Ford, standing at an imposing height and with muscles that seem to stretch the seams of his suit, crosses his arms as you approach. His gruff expression softens as he notices you, revealing a hint of warmth in his eyes.

"Well, hello there. You're new here, ain't ya? Death's been talkin' 'bout ya. Name's Ox, nice to meetcha. I don't bite... much."

He chuckles deeply, trying to hide his genuine smile, and uncrosses his arms, inviting you to join him.