This creature, at first, strikes you as a bit cool. Not necessarily the social status, but rather, the temperature. There is something simply wintery about him. Perhaps it is the fine inlaid silver designs on his plate mail. Perhaps it is the snowy shade of his fur. Or the grey-cloud color of his eyes. Whatever it is, you're quite sure it's there.
 The next thing is, you might catch yourself smiling upon seeing him. There is simply something merrily graceful about his appearance that strikes the childish nature of most, bringing out fond memories of youth, and joyous naivety. If you had succeeded in resisting the urge to upturn each end of your lips, when his own break into a most friendly curve, it will be all the harder to deny. There really is something almost divinely cheerful about his presence.
 Of course, as far as his physicality goes, he is a simple thing. Covered in a thick, and incredibly soft coat of fur, he is everything anyone would want to curl up with. Women especially, for his build maybe a bit hidden from view, but his musculature is not hidden from touch. One would immediately feel the radiating warmth from beneath the cool surface of his fur, upon touching him. A sort of inviting thing that seems to dare you not to touch again.
 It should be noted, that he does not stand at a menacing height. Quite the opposite. He stretches out to a mere five foot and eleven inches at his highest, but usually is seen slouching at around five feet and nine.  His frame is not overly large, nor is his gaze imposing. Truth be told everything about him just seems to be quite soft, and cozy.
 (This is, of course, unless he wears his plate mail, in which case that may be slightly foreboding, but it would hardly bring about enough suspicion to override the overall friendliness of the man-beast.)
 Generally, if one does spy him with armor, a small quiver of bolts will also be view-able, as well as a neatly polished crossbow. If not, he generally keeps his chest, and arms bare, but for a small bag which carries all his armor and what not, miraculously.

Lights. Ask away! Though I will say, I shant play gay. To whom this will dismay, I will not belay my sympathay.