Rufioh Nitram, what a guy. Standing at 6'3", with broad shoulders and plenty of body art, he was pretty attractive, he'd been told. He'd also been told that he looked like his father and, even he would say, he looked like his father.
His father was something else. Somewhere else, better yet. Rufioh and his younger brother were the sons of a soldier. His father was, still, stationed in Iraq. His brother was still wheelchair-bound, and still collecting Yu-Gi-Oh!® cards as actively as Rufioh himself. The brothers got the bulk of the cards from the shop where Rufioh worked, employee discounts were heavenly.
At twenty two, he was doing his best. Rufioh had long since moved into his own apartment and his nineteen year old brother came with