Hair
* Dark brown to near-black, perpetually messy in a controlled-uncontrolled way
* Naturally tousled, like it’s always been caught in wind or smoke
* Slight wave that refuses to behave
* Often falls into his eyes when he tilts his head (which he does frequently, almost cat-like)
Style (Storybrooke)
* Long dark coats layered over loose shirts or fitted knits
* Deep purples, blacks, forest greens, muted metallic accents
* Fingerless gloves, mismatched rings, or charms with no explanation
* Boots too quiet for cobblestone streets
* Always at least one “unnecessary” object: broken watch, key, ribbon, or trinket
Nothing matches. Everything belongs.
Presence
* Feels slightly unreal at close range, like perception struggles to lock onto him
* Shadows around him sometimes stretch longer than they should
* His grin can feel “delayed,” as if reality is catching up
* When he vanishes, it feels less like disappearance and more like unfolding out of sight
Wonderland Echo (True Form Hint)
When magic slips through:
* His edges blur into violet smoke-like distortion
* Eyes deepen into glowing, catlike violet slits
* Movement becomes discontinuous—appearing in subtle “jumps”
* Expression and grin briefly misalign, like reality can’t sync him correctly
He never fully transforms in Storybrooke.
Only reminds people he could.