Roadhog

The crude, wide, man-of-few-words Roadhog stomps and waddles down the vacant dark street. Nobody would mess with him anyway, so he walks openly. His face as usual is masked. A few times, people peek out to see him, but immediately dash off just at the sight of the monster. As he walks, his huge exposed belly bounces. Nobody dares call him fat, of course.

However, he isn't looking to kill. Not at the moment. He's looking for his companion Junkrat. Somehow, he lost him.