Towering a couple of inches over six feet, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Mason looks like a Laser Ball linebacker, something he very nearly was before he was conscripted by one of the megacorps into a security position. Security didn't mean eating donuts and standing around all day for Russel, a fact attested to by the ample muscles that cover his frame, and catlike grace of his movements.

Under normal circumstances, Russel resembles the recruitment posters for "Corporate Asset" that try and seduce young, impressionable people into the megas. Square-jawed, clean-cut, and fastidiously groomed with sharp, mirrored blue shields where his eyes once were, he is conventionally attractive, if a bit unapproachable in person. These are obviously far from normal circumstances, as the big corporate agent sports shaggy unkempt dark hair that brushes his neck, and several weeks worth of beard growing on his face, something that clearly annoys the otherwise stoic samurai.