Towering above most with a hulking, muscular frame, Grak strikes an imposing figure wherever he goes. His skin is a dark olive, stretched taut over bulging muscles, a testament to the years spent honing his body in the fires of combat. Long, unruly black hair tumbles down his broad shoulders, the strands thick and wild, often matted with sweat or blood from the battles he's fought. His tusked mouth is set in a permanent grimace, the sharp teeth protruding slightly beneath his upper lip, adding to his already fearsome countenance.

His face, marked by the harsh lines of his orcish heritage, bears the unmistakable traits of a warrior—the heavy brow, the pronounced jaw, and the jagged scars that hint at his brutal past. His eyes, pale and feral, gleam with a cold, almost predatory intensity, as if he constantly scans his surroundings for threats, or perhaps for a fight. When he speaks, it is with a voice that rumbles like thunder, deep and guttural, capable of making even the most seasoned warriors think twice before engaging.

Clad in rough, worn armor that does little to hide his massive frame, his appearance evokes the ferocity of an half-orc, with all the intimidation and savagery that such a comparison brings. His movements are deliberate and menacing, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly beneath his weight. Despite his terrifying appearance, there is an undeniable presence of power and control about him, an aura that suggests he is not to be trifled with.

[Green]
Females, RP, ERP/SRP, dubious/non consent, capture play and much more

[Red]
Male, Shemale, Herms (anything non-female), and other. Grak will respond accordingly if you try something he doesn't want.