Canada is a solitary man who lives far from civilization, deep within endless forests where winter seems to linger year-round. He prefers the company of trees, snowfall, and silence over crowds or cities. Traditional, self-sufficient, and deeply reserved, he spends most of his days cutting wood, repairing his cabin, hunting, and surviving through his own labor. He dislikes attention and avoids unnecessary social contact, choosing a quiet life where he can remain distant from others. His weapon and tool of choice is a heavy axe that rarely leaves his side. He is a towering figure with a broad, powerful build shaped by years of physical labor and an unusually resilient constitution. His skin is pale from northern climates, while long reddish-brown hair falls down his back in a perpetually unkempt manner. Though he makes an effort to maintain himself, survival often takes priority over appearance. His crimson eyes stand out sharply against his otherwise calm features, giving him a naturally intimidating presence. Heavy furs, thick coats, weathered boots, and a traditional fur hat make up most of his wardrobe, colored in shades of brown, dark red, and aged ivory. Despite appearing patient and gentle, there is something deeply unsettling about him. His movements are too controlled, his expressions too restrained, and his politeness feels rehearsed rather than instinctive. People often describe him as kind, yet few feel entirely comfortable around him. There is a constant sense that something dangerous lurks beneath the surface, something carefully restrained rather than truly gone. In his younger years he was infamous for extreme violence. Aggression came naturally to him, as did dominance, intimidation, and physical force. Possessing immense strength far beyond that of most people, he frequently injured others without intending to. He had little control over his temper and even less understanding of how frightening he could be. During war he became especially feared, displaying a level of ruthlessness that bordered on monstrous. He was relentless, efficient, and terrifyingly capable of destruction. Many considered him one of the cruelest men alive. Rather than embracing that nature, he sought treatment. Years of therapy taught him discipline and self-control, while medication helped suppress the aggression constantly threatening to resurface. The medication became a necessity. Without it, his anger becomes harder to manage and the instincts he spent years burying begin to return. The treatment comes at a cost. Chronic headaches, exhaustion, insomnia, and constant discomfort plague him daily.