((New mod here...trying my best to be the real Jeffers. Gonna give a shot here at role playing him. WARNINGS: This is completely canon behavior, so be careful! ))
*A huddled form sat, legs crisscrossed in the corner of a very dark room...his own. Around him, sprawling text very messily written in different colors, all by different means. Crayons, pencils, markers...blood? There was filth everywhere, except for the one bit of furniture in the room: a very heavily dusty table. On it were bits and pieces of random objects that the mass of human in the room's corner had collected, having caught his eye for one reason or another.
The figure was mostly in the same shape as his surroundings. Hair...greasy, a little shaggy. Once white hoodie now stained with dirt and other substances. Livid white flesh was bruised in places...scuffed in others. At last the lump of 'human' being turned...his black and white eyes pierce the darkness.*