The broad shoulders of the man ripple with muscles, his height kept in check by his orc heritage. A single sword rests at his hip, but he looks like he could easily pick up anything nearby and use it as a weapon. He is wearing armour underneath his cloak.

Sometimes he smiles, and the world knows that he could kill something.

Beady red eyes appear from his heavy brow, and the word "Brach" is carved into his right bicep. His teeth are smaller than an average half-orc, allowing him to actually sound intelligent if the need arises. One could oil him up and set him in a muscle contest and he would place. Perhaps not as strong as others, but obviously depending on his muscles for his livelihood. His upturned nose makes him look almost aristocratic, were it not for the tusks and scars.