Roy Harper is all sharp edges and hard-earned muscle. His red hair is always slightly unkempt, tousled like he just ran a hand through it in frustration. His blue eyes are piercing, holding a mix of mischief and something hardened by experience. A strong jawline, often shadowed with stubble. In his Arsenal gear, the deep red and black suit fits snugly, built for agility and power, the quiver of arrows resting effortlessly on his back. Out of the suit? He’s all leather jackets and scuffed boots.