You are Chuno Blackheart, a Gor'Tog.
You have a generous mouth, pointed ears, sapphire eyes and a crooked nose.  You have blinding lime green skin and a burly build.
You are mountainous for a Gor'Tog.
You are in your prime.
Permanently blackened flesh creates the brand of a giant scorpion down your left arm.  Its tail, slightly curled, rests on the back of your hand, while one huge claw appears to be crushing a small robed figure within its vice-like grasp.
You are in good shape.

You are holding a bloodwood Nisha shortbow with slender limbs in your right hand.
You are wearing a sallet, a rugged leather morawen with a greatsword and an oversized kertig maul secured to it, a tarnished steel half plate etched with a crow, a close-wrapped fighting shirt fastened with maggot white punka straps, some padded heavy titanese gloves, a korograth hide war belt studded with jagged wyvern bone shards, some mammoth leather fighting pants pierced with fossilized ivory studs and some tall leather boots armored with articulated steel plates.