[From
here.] Near hits the floor face first, and doesn't move. His hair is matted and filthy. His skin is generally grime free, but unhealthily pale. He's twenty seven, underweight, with dark circles only mildly less present than L's, and has at least six inches on Mello, though he doesn't know it- Mello died before the growth spurt hit, and he hasn't exactly measured himself since. He's also dressed in a convict's orange jumpsuit, and has those nice, familiar, handcuff induced marks around his wrists.
When he opens his eyes, he scrambles to the side of the hall as fast as he can, climbing up the wall and trying to get his bearings.