Viking Boy (as described as if a character)

She only ever saw him at the pub, mostly keeping to himself and looking at his phone while drinking a beer. Sometimes He would show up with others or speak to another patron, but his demeanor screamed introvert. She had spoken to him a few times, he had a deeper voice that sent vibrations of pleasure from her ears to somewhere deep in her stomach. He dressed well, his clothes lose enough to give off his desire for comfort, but tight enough to show his pleasant physique.

He was tall. Really tall. He had to be six feet at least, with strong looking arms, and big hands that he adorned with jewelry. At any given time he wore at least one bracelet and 3 big rings that formed a makeshift brass knuckles. His body language promised that he was not one to mess, a sentiment that his face often continued... except when he smiled. When he smiled his entire face lit up, his laughter infectious as it caused those around him to smile in return. She found herself oddly pleased at his teeth... they were white, even, with the canines a little sharper than most. He had high cheekbones underneath fair skin, blond hair kept short, and blue eyes that were captivating. He was the picture perfect image of a young modern day viking. She smiled a little to herself as she imagined one of those strong hands gripping a sword, or perhaps an ax. She almost nodded to herself, an axe would be more fitting for him. 

Despite his height she found that he was remarkably graceful and he moved with ease. She wondered if this was because of his incredibly relaxed aura; while his body language showed pent up aggression, he also always seemed to be relaxed in his stance. He was patient and calm, not one to jump into a fight - although she was sure he could probably end one. She couldn't decide if he seemed approachable or not, his presence equally intimidating and inviting. His broad shoulders were relaxed as he leaned his chair against the wall, his long legs stretched out comfortably. 

He looked like the kind of man that could keep a girl safe. He looked like the kind of man that would respect her... and wait for her to make the first move. She finished her drink, said "fuck it", and began to walk over to him.