Thanks to their incredible stamina, resistance to the elements, and an ability to live almost entirely off of rum and dark mead, dwarves excellent sailors. Such was the life Gimlinda had chosen, however she chose not to ship cargo across the oceans, but intercept and rob the vessels which did. Short statured and sturdy like almost all of her race, this dwarf wore crudely done cornrows and a little goatee of dark hair. Years spent on rough seas and salty waters, underneath the merciless heat of the sun, had turned her skin dark and almost leathery, to the point where few ordinary nails could pinch their way through her hide. Whenever she chose to smile wide and part lips pierced through by barbells at either side, she gifted the world a view of blunt, stubby little teeth, more of them capped or replaced entirely by gold. A golden hoop sat punched through a nostril of her broad nose, and her ears were decorated with enough dangling jewlery to jingle when she walked.

Her rugged appearance had her appear almost a male actually, however the lack of a full beard quickly proved such wasen't true. Not to mention the large, faintly saggy breasts which sat full and heavy upon her chest. Lining the top of her bust and about her pierced nipples was curly hair, of the same kind which extended in a soft line down her bellybutton and swept all the way around her groin. Here lay a meaty appendage always awaiting its next playmate. The big, black cock was chubby and near as thick as a human fist, something which had it appearing absolutely monstrous considering its stubby length of just nine inches or so. Naughty bits aside, Glimlinda seemed chipper more so than not, and carried with her a stench of lingering tobacco smoke and the odour of spiced rum.