Frank Minetta is somewhat below average height, but a very robust man. In his mid-forties, he is clean-shaven, rather swarthy in complexion and bald on top, though the hair on the sides of his head is still a glossy black. His eyes are dark and penetrating, capable of a very intimidating gaze, but also capable of a jolly twinkle when he is pleased. Right now he is not pleased.

He dresses in good quality clothes, hand-tailored, his shoes hand-cobbled. Outdoors, he wears a fedora and a long woolen topcoat.

His voice is a light tenor and he generally speaks in low tones, a bit breathless. He is also capable of a loud shout. His speech carries a slight Italian accent and his grammar and vocabulary are a bit uncertain.