cursed

Why would she even want somebody like him? Whenever he looked in the mirror, all he saw was a sad bastard. He mused to himself if beauty reflected the person, as all he could see when he looked at himself was a beast of a man. Scars on his chin and nose, tired look in his eyes when he let his guard down when he was on his own, hair that sometimes had too much grease in when he lost track of the fact that people needed to wash. Arthur is rugged, an outlaw, and everything about his appearance reflected that.