Age: 22
Appearance: Iris stands at 5' 8" and looks to be average weight. His body is well toned and he has a square face, which is buzzed and clean-shaven. Regardless of weather or temperature however, he keeps all of his skin covered virtually all of the time. He dons a plain white hoodie, which drapes over a black paintball mask with white trips and a gold, reflective visor. Black gloves cover his hands, and his worn out blue jeans tuck into his steel toed boots. Under his hoodie, he wears a black turtleneck, leading all the way up to the beginning of his neck.
Under his layers, it would be clear that his entire body is composted of water, kept in shape by his very dense, yet nearly invisible, membrane.
Personality: Iris is a bit disconnected from the world. He keeps people at arms length mainly because he knows what he's made of, but also because he doesn't want to startle anyone. He feels more himself covered, feels smaller on the spot, but can open once he's warmed up to people. Iris is the type of person who wants to do good in the world, but a creeping paranoia keeps him restrained. All that doesn't mean he doesn't like people, however. He does, he just prefers not to be the center of attention.
Despite looking like
totally the type of person who'd rob a bank and take a half dozen hostages, there was an awkward unease to which Iris entered the lobby, his eyes darting around the room, hidden by his visor with each step he took. There was a constriction where his gut should've been, but he tried shaking it off as he made his way inside, making his way towards the... bird with glasses. Lacking the authority to talk about oddities however, tried shoving it out of his mind, noticing the man before him and following his lead.