Frankey Foxfoot has a warm aura about him, always a wide smile on his face, you'll always see him returning a wave to the neighbors or letting the village children play with his little dog, Greg... He measures to six foot, but the hunch his late years have brought make him stand a few lower, he's not in the worst shape phisically, but he's definatley seen better days... He sports a trimmed moustache, one that once made the ladies swoon... A weapon is rarely on his person, and his greying hair has begun to recede.