Title: Hekka Heartlistner the Grave-Howl
Race: Gnoll
Visual Age: Mature
Sex: Female
Body: Tall, toned, hunches slightly
Fur/Hair: Sandy-brown, Dark brown spots
Eye: Golden

  A tall Gnoll stands wrapped in rough furs, weather-worn leathers, and charms of bone and bead that chime softly as she stalks. Her shoulders are broad, as was her light hunched neck. Her fur is a warm ochre tone, that of dried grasslands. Age and hardship have silvered portions around her muzzle and along the thick mane of her neck.

  Hekka is no longer a young huntress of a pack. Time has settled heavily into her frame. Old scars leave parts of her muscular limbs bare of fur. One particularly deep scar ran from the left side of her neck, across her throat, and down to between her breasts. Telling stories of years of raids and harsh survival. Toned muscles have since given way for the fullness of maturity. Broad hips, once solid muscles have softened only slightly by age. Thick thighs built for distance marches and brutal charges. There is strength still in her shape- far more than delicacy. A rough, undeniable allure comes from the confidence with which she carries herself.

  Her voice was one to remember. Low. Ragged. Yet with the warmth of a campfire. A natural rasp and growl. At her hips hung a weathered drum. The wood of the drum crudely carved to tell stories of great hunts and bloody battles. Absent-mindedly, Hekkas claws would drift across the worn sinew. Those who linger near her long enough will notice she finds rhythms in everyday sounds. Tapping claws to songs only she can hear.

  Though rough in manner, she is strangely amicable compared to other Gnolls. Yet she still respects honesty and strength. Caring little for what society would consider upper-class