Wendell is 5′ 10″. He has dark, oiled hair, which he keeps short in the sides and messy on top, slicked back from his face. His eyes are a piercing blue in the some lights and look almost hazel in others. He might be considered handsome if he weren't always so covered in grease, sweat and dust. Wendell has a well defined jawline he likes to keep hidden beneath a heavy smattering of stubble and, what his mother (embarrassingly) used to refer to as 'kissing lips'. He's muscular with long, strong limbs, sporting a little bit of a pouch where those rock hard abs should be (must be all the rum!). His left canine tooth is coated in gold, the cheek on that side of his face beneath the eye boasting an old Y shaped scar.
Generally, Wendell is down-to-earth, reasonable and fair. He can't help but love an under-dog and has a bit of a soft spot for the ladies. He's a player, there's no doubt about that, but at heart he is loyal, some might even say compassionate and a bit of a thug. Wendell isn't afraid to say what he thinks, even when it gets him in trouble. He's a clever man and, though he works well in groups, he does prefer solitude from time to time. When it comes to ambition, Wendell, like all men, has dreams, however, he shares his thoughts with very few and trusts even less.
