Locks of night-black hair spill in knotted bangs from the crown of this towering creature's head. Her scarlet eyes squinting out at the world with some kind of loathing mistrust. A times this twists into a sardonic amusement, her tusked smirk playing on the corners of her lips lazily.

She stands at a good 6'5", leering down at those around her should the situation allow it. Broad shoulders and a muscled physique are wrapped in a scarred leather hide of green skin. Aranzarah's arms bulging with muscle that swell against the green skin as she hefts her battleaxe and shield with dully blunt force.
       Twisting that savage physique into something more feminine would simply be the fact, that sitting on her chest were a pair of heavy, laden breasts, a tapering waistline off-set with a rippling abdominals and broad hips with a tight muscular butt give the creature some paradoxically attractive traits, at odds with her bestial nature.
Thighs are heavy and thick and long, tapering lags that might be considered sexy by some, are marred with scars and other blemishes of battle.
Swaying at the apex of those long pins, is a heavy deviant slab of orcish meat. A cock easily the size of a human forearm in length and thickness, riddled with veins and capped with a head the size of a healthy fist.
A laden sack dangles at it's base, with two, fat, apple-sized nuts contained in a leathery green pouch, that seems too small for the bloated orbs, stretched over the virile balls tightly.
Sitting, often forgotten, behind is a tight set of folds, concealing a canal of strong muscle fit to squeeze around whatever might deem to conquer it.

Her armour, is made of thick hides and musky furs, and what worked leather there is thick and crude. But effective.
Her battleaxe is a vicious example of orcish design, and it too is kept sharp enough to crack a great-helm with a nice, clean hit.
The symbol of the goddess Luthic is scarred in a tribal tattoo into her right shoulder-blade, as ink was poured into an open wound.