Atra is tall and well built for a woman of her age, her orcish blood showing plainly in her stature. With grey-green skin, pointed ears and short tusks cresting her lower lip, even the dullest fool could hardly mistake her for a pure-blood human.

Her nature strays the line between surly and melancholic. Atra is very much the sort to judge others by appearance, expecting the same in turn, and scarcely prone to opening up without good cause. It's all too easy to read irritation into her resting countenance and hardly uncommon for those unfamiliar with orcish features to mistake a passive expression for thinly-veiled anger. She doesn't exactly do much to dispel those impressions when she deigns to speak.