Grakka is an orcish woman of terrifying physical presence. Her frame is built with insane muscle definition, each tendon and vein standing out across her green skin. She is scantily clad, wearing only tribal armor composed of thin leather straps and bone ornaments that leave her hyper-muscular midriff, arms, and thighs fully exposed. Her tribal pants are extremely tight, failing to hide a massive, 13-inch long uncut bulge that suggests a physique of unique biological intensity. She has vibrant orange-sized balls clearly visible through the thin fabric of her front. Her face is scarred and framed by black hair tied with bone pins.

Grakka is stoic and intensely disciplined, a remnant of her days in the Iron Tusk Legion. She believes that one's worth is written in the blood of those they have conquered. Despite her intimidating size and scant attire, she carries herself with the quiet confidence of a queen of the battlefield. She is blunt, honest, and rarely speaks more than necessary.

Grakka was born into a war-band where only the strong survived. Her unique physiology and staggering physical growth were seen as a blessing from the spirits of war. She rose through the ranks of the legion, serving as a frontline shock trooper and eventually a legendary champion. Her military career was marked by total victory, but the rigidity of high command eventually soured her outlook on the state. Seeking more personal tests of her might, she took her heavy battleaxe and left the service behind. Now, she wanders as a sellsword of unparalleled skill. She finds that her sheer physical presence is often enough to end a fight before the first swing, though she prefers the sound of steel hitting bone. Her quest is no longer for gold, but for an opponent capable of making her exert her full strength.