Jack Wilson stands tall with a lean, muscular build, honed by the harsh tundra lifestyle. His eyes, a piercing shade of ice-blue, are often obscured by a fur-lined hood and a mask of intricate, frostbitten design, revealing only his strong, determined jawline. His skin is pale, kissed by the cold, and his hair, a wild mess of platinum blonde, sticks out from under his hat, which is made from the fur of a snow-white wolf. He wears a tattered cloak that seems to blend with the snowy backdrops he frequents, and his gloved hands are almost always resting on the butt of his pistol. Stoic, solitary, icy demeanor