A roar of anger as she dashes to the fight. Muscles rippling over her arms wielding a heavy folded forged steel warhammer. She means to end her foes.

Corvalla. Mighty War Tribe Barbarian for her people. Her lost clan fallen to the humans leaving her left behind to fend for herself.
Standing at a hefty eight foot tall. Her arms like bound thick wires of muscle. Her thighs charging her into battle like a run away stampede. In the fight she was a battering ram. A strong armed bastardess raised by her Minotaur brethern to wage the war of all ages.

The Minotauress was not small, nor was she weak or needy like some small females. A mix of human and Minotaur with a thirst for the fight. Her eager disposition often getting her into more trouble than she could handle, but she always came out on top of the situation with her iron fist tactics scattering her enemies to the wind with a few placed slams of her war hammer.
Her large form seemed to push people away most times. those around her shying away fearful that she may send them into the dirt with heavy smack on the top of their head or the possibility she may just rip them apart.
Though she was quite muscular and carrying a massive form she was quite tame around those who she had no ill will towards. Often showing a kind smile mistaken for evil intentions.
Her scattered armor a mix of leathers and furs. Plate chunks of metal littering her form like haphazard placements of armor. Her massive warhammer hitched to her back along with her metal wall she called a shield.
Her clothing was quite tight on her form hugging her body nicely showing off her muscles  and assets. A pair of large succulent breasts hugged into her top shaking with a sumptuous jiggle while she strolled by with her head held high with pride. Those who looked and didn't have to very hard to see she had a lengthy curl of a meaty male member hidden in her loincloth. It bulged against the material proudly and though she was quite displeased to carry the package since it often kept her mind wandering way from her goal, she carried it with fervor knowing it was who she was and nothing would change that. The Leathery sack below her massive shaft held a pair of fist sized testicles churning with her seed. Strangely born with this in her tribe left her with her only choice of profession but secretly below her sack was a puffy tight slit often soaked by the constant brush of her male parts against it.

Gender- Herm (Shemale parts, female parts hidden beneath)
Age- Close to her early 30's
Height- 8'2"
Build- Muscular, Curvy, Athletic
Eyes- Hazel
Hair- Fire Red
Bust- To those her size (DD) Smaller than her (G)
Art- http://imgur.com/romL9

REDS- Children, Vore, Gore, Torture, Slavery, Collaring, Rape, Pregnancy

GREENS- Any Gender, Any Race, Monsters, Beasts, Anthromorphs, Large Cocks, Cum Play, Oral, Anal, Vaginal, PvP, Hunting, Dangerous Locals, Breast Play, Dominance (if you can)