~BAZRA~

A towering, muscled hulk of a beast lumbers into view. He must stand nearly seven feet tall, sporting broad shoulders and a powerful, lean frame.

A gnoll, it would seem, though one with a peculiar trait; save for his shaggy, tufted mane crawling down the back of his neck and between his shoulders, he seems entirely furless from the waist up. Slick, taut, hidelike skin is on display, dark and smooth - it's clear this was a deliberate alteration, perhaps even arcane in nature. Runic tattoos crawl up both of his arms, likely the reasoning behind the intentional removal of his coat. He wears a simple loincloth, garnished with a belt, lined with pouches. What remains of his fur drapes from the waist down, a glossy brown shade.

His expression is rarely far from a smirking snarl; it's apparent that he's grown accustomed to mingling with other, less bestial races - perhaps another mercenary, looking to ply his skills for coin. His eyes, bright and golden, have an uncanny, piercing quality to them; their intensity is out of place, suggesting that he is far sharper than the typical gnoll should be.

A beastly musk taints his frame, faint enough (he probably bathes), but hard not to notice. Strangely, the scent mingles with that of molten metal - he always smells as if he's fresh out of a forge.