A brute the size of a small mountain shadows the environment around him. Clad in dull steel armor, his mass is consumed by rippling muscles and pulsing veins. His skin is stained the color of dried, bloody mud that is embedded with swirls and markings that exude the characteristics of melting glaciers. The pupils of his eyes burn like the sun and his gaze pierces into the soul, penetrating as sharply as a newly forged blade. A stocky neck leads into a frame that could easily overwhelm most who challenge him, but he is somehow able to carry himself with speed and precision unseen from any before.