Looming over even the tallest giant, this Jotun females face is wreathed in an aura of darkness, shadows cast upon her face by the silvery, wild mane of hair she has haphazardly bound back from her face. The knights face is angular and pensive, with a brow knit thicker than the warmest of blankets. As your eyes slide to her lips, you notice a mischievous curl at the corner of her mouth, flecked with what looks to be fresh blood. Her skin appears beryl in color, a nearly translucent pale blue, though pitted and scarred from time spent on the battlefield. Her arms and legs appear thick and muscular, conveying a sense of raw and unbridled power - as if carved from a glacier itself. Upon closer inspection, you are able to discern a number of feint glyphs carved into the back of her hands.