A hefty sized giant stands over you with rather blank gaze on his face. His gaze is to size you up for battle, because this berserker looks as if he has no fear in this world. Clad in dull steel armor, his mass is consumed by rippling muscles and palpitating veins. His skin is stained the color of moist, bloody colored clay with many scars all over his body from what looks like combat. Some of the wounds are so deep that most normal combatants could not have sustained such injuries. The pupil 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 of his kind, but he is somehow able to carry himself with a force and power unseen from any before. The overall stature of this giant radiates the sense that confidences as he struts away from you.