Two very tall, lean men stand facing each other. They are so similar, they must be father and son. The Father on the left, is a little more muscular, perhaps a centimeter ir two taller, and wears a moustache and beard. He has a long scar on his left cheek and an eyepatch over his right eye. He wears a captain's uniform with a skull and crossbones embroidered across the chest, tight leather pants, calf-high boots with cuffs, a double pair of weapons belts with skull and crossbones buckles, and a pistol visible on his right hip. It's all topped with a floor length cape. The son on the right is skinnier, his hair more unruly, his face clean shaven. He wears a tight-fitting flight suit with two weapons belts and boots that match his father's. He also has a scar on his left cheek.
Papa Harlock reaches his right hand up, nearly touching the younger man's scar as they both grin. "I see you've acquired the Family scar. At least you didn't gain it doing something incredibly stupid, like many of our ancestors."