An imposing figure of mountainous proportions. The woman is obviously of some sort of orcish descent. All the key indicating factors are there. Tall, broad, thuggish. Exaggerated feminine curves obscured slightly by bound muscle mass that laid under olive toned skin. She looked like the sort of woman that could crush a skull and barely break a sweat dong it.

Her skin was often marred with a litany of scars and bruises, all in different stages of healing. Likely not surprising that the half-orc woman seemed to lead a more rough and tumble life.

If one squinted their eyes and turned heir head just right, she might almost be considered pretty. Almost, anyways. Her facial features were not overly distorted or harsh. For the most part they were soft and typically feminine, though her jaw had a slight under bite to it, leaving two sharp and pointed tusks to jut up from her lower jaw and over top of her upper lip.

Her attire generally consisted of heavy armoring and leather, the metals often looking rather beat up and worn with age.

Over all, she doesn't look like someone that'd be inclined to take any shit from anyone.

Reds: Endearing and romantic love stories. Color of her eyes. Color of her bleeding heart.

Yellows: The shade of her constant healing bruises. The color of the mug of pale ale she was fetching for her husband.

Greens: Her skin. The color of the envy she felt for all those pretty girls.