A tall humanoid that might have been carved out of the side of a mountain, Orila is a Goliath in her prime. Her head is shaved regularly, sprouting a tiny bit of brown hair at most. Those that dare approach her find her skin cool to their touch, much like the chain armor she wears. She walks with long, confident strides, her eyes on a constant lookout. Words rumble from her mouth like rocks rolling along a slope, or like an avalanche rushing down a mountain when she yells.

She wears a braid of brown hair as a bracelet on her right arm. Her weapon of choice is a stone-wrought maul and large and small axes serve as tools and a backup.