Grom stands 6’2”, his storm-grey skin like weathered stone, his ember-red eyes burning with steady resolve. His frame is broad and powerful, built for war but tempered by discipline. Unlike many orcs, his tusks do not protrude, lending his face a grim, almost knightly cast.

He wears mithral half plate, its silvery sheen catching the light like moonlit steel. The armor is fitted and well-kept, carrying the marks of travel and battle yet polished with care. Unlike heavier suits, the mithral allows him to move swiftly and fluidly, giving him the look of both warrior and hunter. His halberd rests in his calloused hands, a weapon worn from use but sharpened to a deadly edge, while two handaxes hang from his belt, always ready to be drawn in a heartbeat.

Rooted in strength and honor, Grom stands like a fortress in motion—unyielding, deliberate, and unwilling to retreat. Even at rest, his presence speaks of battles survived and a will that cannot be broken.