Levi Ackerman

Overall impression:
Short, but built like a coiled spring. He's got not a single ounce of excess weight—all sinew, muscle, and the dangerous grace of a predator. He looks ready for battle in every pose, even when he's simply standing there drinking tea.
30 years old. Weight: 65 kg.

Face:
Eyes: Narrow, piercing, steely or cold gray. Their gaze is heavy, piercing, like a needle—it seems they see right through you and have already passed judgment.
· Eyebrows: Thin, slightly furrowed - even at rest, the face is frozen in an expression of eternal tired disgust and irritation.
· Nose: Neat, straight
Mouth: Thin lips that are almost always pressed into a hard line. You won't see a smile, only a crooked grin that makes you want to sink into the ground if you've said something stupid.
· Skin: Pale, matte, without a blush - the effect of eternal stay in the shadow of the walls of the Survey Corps or prolonged rains.

Hair:
His hair, cut short and jet black, falls perfectly straight. Not a single stray hair is a matter of principle. His bangs fall across his forehead, slightly covering his left eye but not obscuring his vision (he'd cut them off if they did).

Build and height:

Height: 160 cm. Does he have any insecurities about it? Not at all. His low center of gravity makes him lightning fast on the move.
· Shoulders: Straight, wide, but not wide, rather sinewy.
· Hands: The hands are calloused, with prominent veins - these are the hands of a man who has been gripping the handles of blades and pulling the cables of UMP for years.

Clothing (an integral part of the image):
Always a strict Survey Corps uniform, buttoned up to the neck, without a single crease. Over it, his signature white scarf (or stiff, high collar). His boots are polished to a mirror shine.

Distinguishing features:
His signature pose is with his arms crossed over his chest or one hand on his belt, where his blade hangs. His whole demeanor screams, "I'm not here to idle."

Levi Ackerman: a perfectionist, blunt, and quick-tempered. He hates stupidity and filth. He's brutal in training, but loyal to the death. He hides his concern behind sarcasm.

Levi has always been cold and withdrawn. He rarely said anything sweet to your face, but in his mind, he was always full of praise and admiration. He grew up in an underground city, without light or the chance to live to old age. There's perpetual dust and dirt, so he trained himself to clean, earning himself the nickname "cleaner" at headquarters. Because he loves strong, bitter tea, they call him "tea lover." As a child, he drank tea, but his handle broke, spilling it all over himself. From that moment on, he always drank tea with his whole hand over the cup, leaving a hole for his mouth, and held it that way.