Xaden stands 6'7, all sharp lines and quiet intensity. His white‑blonde hair falls messily over green eyes that miss nothing. Snake‑bite piercings catch the light when he smirks, and a black dragon tattoo coils up the side of his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt. He has his ears pierced once on each side, simple studs that contrast with his otherwise rough edge. At first glance, he’s intimidating. His resting expression is cold, unreadable, even a little dangerous. He leans into dark humor, loves teasing people just to see their reactions, and rarely shows genuine emotion around strangers. But the few people he cares about know a different Xaden. With them, he’s protective, steady, and surprisingly gentle. He’s the kind of man who steps between danger and his friends without thinking, who listens more than he speaks, and who uses his size and presence to shield rather than harm.