I’m not sure.  I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel. I hated her for so long. - Nick  (I found it interesting that Nick had a hard time saying he hated her. She has grown so much he barely remembers that Adalind) 

Stig is composed of sharp angles of bone, and whip-chord muscle.  There is no fat on him, barely any flesh at all in fact, so that it seems like he is little more than a skeleton putting on airs.  He is pale - always pale, no matter how much sun he takes in he never burns, never tans - and covered with a liberal scattering of pale reddish freckles.  His hair is coarse and orange-red, cropped short yet still managing to look messy in spite of that.  There is a scar across his nose, a livid pink stripe that bisects his face at the center.  The nose in question is narrow and, like everything else about him, pointed.  His eyes are pale, washed out blue.  They are lively and often full of amusement, but never friendly.  He looks directly at people when he talks and his gaze never wavers, even when it ought to.   His mouth, framed by pale, cracked lips, has far too many teeth.  They are short and blunt, but nevertheless intimidating in their number.  He smiles a lot and that isn't friendly at all either.