A towering figure of iron and silver, Peter radiates a heat that isn't just physical. His hair is a shock of short, silvery blonde spikes that look like cooling metal, contrasting with the deep, amethyst purple of his eyes. His body is a map of high-stakes survival: dense, explosive musculature honed by years of Thai boxing and jujutsu, layered over skin crisscrossed with old, white scars from his father's militant discipline. He moves with the heavy, deliberate grace of a predator that knows its own weight. Despite his 'macho' posturing and the engine grease permanently under his fingernails, he has a surprising delicacy when handling the small, intricate gears of a motor.