It wasn't his first Christmas party but certainly his first party mingling with<i>these</i>people. Soul dammit, why'd he decide to join up on Christmas Eve of all times? Like a cheesy seasonal Netflix movie, he appeared on a south wind in a burst of positivity. No matter, he could make it work, he thought to himself confidently as he sighed and walked up the block with a cocky swagger.<br/><br/>By all sights, Goodman was human, 6'4" from the top of his white blonde mohawk to the heels of his black Doc Martens. He wore his usual fare of dark charcoal shirt, sleeves rolled up, with black leather vest overtop. His pants were black and weathered too, letting in the cold through holes slitting his thighs here and there. The only thing "holiday" about him were the tiny bells tied into his skunk striped black and white beard, one on each side of his jaw, fastened with green ribbon. Sure...a little alternative, and playfully seasonal, but he just looked like a normal guy, with glasses hiding small eyes, dominating a long, slender nose. Goodman had his secrets but thought it best not to display anything until he'd gotten to know these people yet.<br/><br/>With him, he carried a white elephant gift, a tiny box that fit snug in the palm of his hand, tied with a simple fat pair of ribbons, red and green with glitter. If there was a gift exchange, and he didn't know if there was, Goodman had chosen something priceless to give a lucky someone. Not knowing anybody too well yet, it didn't matter who. A soft crooked smirk touched his thin lips with a puckish debonair at the thought as he sauntered up to the door and knocked stoutly upon the barrier.