Race [Human]
Height [5'2"]
Weight [122 lbs]

A little creature which stands a full head below the average male of his race. Decades past his prime, Quada's face was scathed in wrinkles. Crows feet clawing the edges of his big yellow irises. Baggy clumps of fat resting beneath his eyes leaving the appearance of a permanent tiredness from the toil of life. Smile lines accentuating his nose and lips. His skin still taut against his lean musculature, yet covered with scars. Marks from teeth. Marks from claw. Marks from blade and arrow. While he may not be much in the vein of championship fighters due to his short reach and low mass, he had the resiliency of the best of them. Either way, hunting and tracking were more of his specialty.

Often covered in animal skins and the residue of rainy forest lands, it is unlikely he bathes frequently, his scent that of damp leaves and dried mud mixed with a natural concoction of oils, which better allows him to blend in with uncivilized environments. Atop his hood, when he wore it, was a mass of moss, coated in flowers and three pairs of eight-point deer racks. When his hood was down, his less than usual ears would easily be spotted twitching about and off in every direction.