This creature was not some large breasted woman of amazing power. She was not the personification of beauty that so many seem to be... She was a Hobgoblin, a short, crimson-skinned, foul-tempered; not to mention foul smelling, hobgoblin. Her breasts were small and close to the point of being non-existant... Her rear might only seem large due to armor and her kilt. Her mouth hel a fierce display of razor sharp and jagged teeth, common among her kind of savages... If they are natural or filed down it was hard to tell. Her armor was heavy and jagged, coated with many forms of rust and disrepair like her weapons. She didn't even wear shoes! Shoes! They are important! Her head was shaved down, so only a small pony-tail remained, with what might be the only lovely thing about her with the gold tube to hold the hair up.

She seemed a savage beast, though knew her place in the city, often staying away from the crowds or among her own foul kin wherever they may be found. Drool seemed to be a promblem with her, as it could often be seen leaking down from between her dark lips or between her jagged teeth... She is not the girl you want to take home to meet mother, or maybe if you don't like your mother...

Does Ghorza sound fun? Well then RP! Or message her! Or something! Don't just stand there like a Dodo! Though if you were like a dodo you would be rather... well dead...