Nathan stands tall, at a height of 7'4", moving with a relaxed posture to his stride. He has the look of someone who has spent nearly his entire life sheltered in a library or archive. His canine facial features are soft and unremarkable, with a cleft fur-beard that runs down his chin. His eyes glow with a lustrous amber hue, and his mane is shaggy and free, filling around his neck and the top of his head with long, thick ashy fur.
Below the shoulders, his body shares that thick coat of ashy fur, concealing the corded muscle that wraps his arms and legs. Although he is not as built as a warrior's frame, the worgen curse did much to enhance his strength and agility beyond what would be expected for a dedicated mage. One other change brought about by the curse, albeit rare, was the thickly furred wolf-like tail that usually finds itself tucked beneath robe or cloak (when wearing one).
Despite his carefree appearance, his fur looks as though it is washed and brushed daily -- indeed, should one be close enough to catch a hint of his scent, they would find he carries a faint vanilla aroma, akin to the beans they blend with more high-end shampoos and conditioners.
His outward demeanor is typically relaxed, and he is not shy to offer a passing nod or smile in his travels. One might describe him as casually curious, like to linger his gaze upon something that has caught his attention (particularly in matters of the arcane). When he speaks, his voice lingers with a slight growling undertone, inherit to his kin.
He is still deep in studies, seeking to improve upon his abilities, with a direct focus on the Abjuration and Illusion schools of magic. Anyone who devotes themselves to those fields of study may recognize him in passing, however he is not what most would consider well-known.
He also has a claim to a bit of land with his twin brother, and a former noble title in Gilneas from their mother who served as councilor in the East, though both are loose by today's standards. It is possible one may recognize the family name of Hailwood if they dug deep enough.
The young mage cycles his clothing regularly, though there are several things that remain static through the choices he made. Such as the loose-fitting styles, opting for comfort and freedom in his day-to-day activities. The quality of the materials is also not of question, made up of fine craftsmanship even from a passing glance.
The only notable jewelry is hung around his neck, in the form of a small wood and silver-inlaid owl pendant.
On his hip, a small coin purse jingles with no shortage of copper, silver, and gold -- however, to one capable of seeing through magical illusions, they would find this to be merely a decoy for the real thing somewhere tucked on his person.