Hrafn is a towering figure of corded muscle and weathered skin, standing like an immovable monolith against the frigid northern winds. His raven black hair is medium length, matted with dried salt and blood, framing a face defined by high, sharp cheekbones and eyes as dark as an abyss. He moves with a deceptive, predatory grace, each footfall heavy and purposeful. Despite the biting cold of the docks, he wears only thick wolf furs over his broad shoulders, leaving his scarred, powerful chest exposed to the elements. His presence is oppressive, carrying the heavy scent of old ozone and the metallic tang of the frozen sea.