Jacob moves with a calculated grace, each step deliberate and fluid as if always two steps ahead. His face is finely chiseled with sharp cheekbones and a weathered jawline, the faintest scar tracing from temple to cheekbone — a remnant from his darker past. His skin is lightly tanned, taut over lean muscles. His dark steel-gray eyes reflect sharp intelligence, often hidden behind thin, rectangular spectacles with a subtle rune-etched frame. He wears a perfectly tailored black armored suit beneath a sleek, custom-made midnight-blue business coat that shimmers faintly with arcane threads, merging high technology with magic. Contradicting his high-class, corporate image, his hands reveal faint callouses and a small tattoo of a fishing hook coiled with a serpent on his right wrist, linking him to his humble origins and secret society initiation. His movements convey confidence but often pause mid-gesture, betraying a mind always scanning for opportunity or threat.