Greatly surpassing the mesomorph physique of the average male wolf, Roulette is a sight to behold. A behemoth, some would consider him. Others would murmur and wonder if his head was too far stuck in the clouds. With a dark coal base and a cream underbelly and limb lace, it'd be quite difficult to remain out of sight, lest he be hidden by the dark of the night. Dark amber eyes pierce any surface they touch, offering a peaceful warning of approach before either a verbal or physical one is given. They gleam in the light of both sun and moon. The earth heeds the heavy paws that canter upon its surface, the wolf that each paw it's holding commanding its wake. Never straying from a guarded posture, Rou's ears are almost always stood to a point, his shoulders locked, and his chin at a leveled height.