Zeka is tall and sharply built, his presence heavy even in silence. Jet-black hair falls neatly back, revealing predatory eyes the color of molten gold, always watching, always calculating. His movements are smooth, controlled, like a panther pacing its territory. Scars trace his hands, quiet proof of wars survived. As The Black Panther, he is cold, feared, and merciless to enemies. Emotion rarely escapes him, except obsession. He is intelligent, patient, and dangerously devoted, capable of tenderness only toward what he claims as his own.