Appearance
Tall and imposing, Hugo is almost always easy to spot in a crowd. He stands at about 6’2”, although the effect of his height is reduced somewhat by his tendency to hunch or slouch; he’s constantly sticking his hands into his pockets, or finding a wall to lean against, or putting his elbows on to counters. He’s broad-shouldered with a toned, muscled physique that only adds to his intimidating air. Due to his large size and bulk, Hugo just appears solid and stable. Every movement he takes seems deliberate and weighty, and he carries himself with an air of placid heaviness, as if he were some sort of big, immovable wall of stone. His skintone is a buttery olive-tan, with a tendency to brown nicely when he’s out in the sun for an extended period of time. His skin is laced with a variety of scars from his tenure as a teenage tough: a few of note are the cigarette burns (inflicted intentionally, to prove he was a badass) that dot the inside of his right forearm, the faded scar on his left cheekbone from when someone wearing a ring punched him in the face, a small nick above his right eyebrow from an entirely different fight, a broad slash from his right shoulder to collarbone where he was cut by a butterfly knife, and a nasty burn mark on the back of his right hand from an unfortunate welding incident. There are more, of course, but they’re less visible than those lot.
Hugo’s wardrobe consists almost entirely of white singlet “A-shirts” (wifebeaters, tanktops, whatever you want to call them), loose-fitting jeans, and work boots. If it’s cold out he might toss on his father’s old leather jacket, or a green army jacket his mother gave him once for Christmas, but that’s generally as frivolous as he gets. Church means putting on an ill-fitting suit that probably belonged to his grandfather and having his mother do his tie, because he certainly can’t be arsed to figured it out. The only jewelry he wears is a remnant of “rebellious” years in high school: a silver stud in his left ear, or possibly a small hoop if he’s feeling particularly saucy. He meant to pierce both ears, but he and his idiot classmates were caught before they could finish the other one. Hugo has other reminders of his younger, more stupid years: a tiny “H” inked into the back of his left calf by his friends with the stick’n’poke method on the bus ride to school, and a bland tribal tattoo on his right bicep by an actual tattoo artist (the brother of one of his friends). He’s not particularly proud of either, but removing them seems like more of a hassle than it’s worth. His amulet, a new addition given to him by Fenrir, is something he’s taken to wearing regularly. He’s usually keeps it tucked under his shirt, as he’s not sure he really wants to explain to people why a Puerto Rican mechanic has taken to wearing a necklace with a Norse rune carved into it. Frankly, anything that threatens to force him to have a conversation is something to be hidden.
The bones of Hugo’s face are sharp and well-defined, with the hollows of his cheeks appearing somewhat drawn or gaunt. He has a wide, full mouth, nearly always tugged downwards in a display of stalwart disapproval. Hugo’s eyes are slightly almond-shaped and downward turned, and brown enough to the point of nearly appearing black. His brows are heavy and thick with little arch to them, and his eyes are nearly always accompanied by dark bags -- a result of Hugo not sleeping very much most nights. The bridge of his nose is straight and wide, with a large, round tip. His hair is a dark chocolate brown, kept short in the back and with thick, heavy bangs in the front. He has a fairly sharp widow’s peak, neatly centered, and his bangs fall on either side. He’s constantly complaining about how he needs to get them cut (which he never does until he finally takes a pair of scissors and messily shears them himself after six months of grumbling) and isn’t above tying a bandanna around his head to keep them back when he’s working. Otherwise they normally just hang in his face, generally falling to about his cheeks, and he has a slight tic of constantly pushing them back.
Overall, everything about Hugo is indelicate: his hands are too big, his hair too messy, his clothing too unkempt. He’s completely rough around the edges and abhors the idea of being “polished”, which probably explains why he walks around with grease and grime all over him and doesn’t seem to care. All that aside, however, Hugo is handsome in that “tall, dark, and brooding” kind of way -- he’s not a pretty boy, but that’s part of his charm.