A unpredictable prisoner who’s impossible to ignore. Before the MILGRAM, he picked up odd jobs to survive.
He’s a rocket of energy, always wanting to move somewhere or do something if he can, constantly messing with or gnawing on his coat if unable to get his energy out another way. He’s not shy, willing to say whatever inane combination is words crosses his mind the moment he thinks it up; when he puts in the effort, he can show there’s some occasionally coherent thought racing around in that head of his. Seems to withdraw in larger groups, lurking as far off as he can unless motivated to join the conversation.
He’s not trying very hard to dispel the idea that he should not be trusted. This may or may not be due to the fact he should not be trusted.