Grozlyn's appearance is as grotesque and disturbing as your most vivid night terror. Her forehead is covered with a mix of scabs, warts, and pockmarks making it hard to imagine it was ever unblemished. Cunning yellow orbs contemplate you from their sunken sockets, emitting unease while reflecting a glimmer of her dark intellect. Her eyes are partially obscured by the bridge of her long, drooping nose bearing resemblance to that of a twisted twig. Several more warts have nestled themselves on either side of her nose, one in particular appearing ready to pop. Your attention is then drawn to a small pustule just below her left cheekbone, perhaps a wart that did pop, as it secretes something vile. One particular wart's salience cannot be denied due to the long, scraggly whisker sprouting from it. Utterly repulsive. Her toad-like skin is a sickly palette of swamp green and yellow as though it has been marinating in a bog for time unending. Her mouth resembles a weathered chasm, an empty expanse where teeth presumably once gleamed. A single soot black incisor remains, protruding from her lower jaw. Dry lips, sagging like wilted petals, extend to graven creases across her vermilion border, each telling a wicked tale. Gnarled and knobby hands course with a terrifying power; ten twisted fingers capable of calamity.