A massive, broad shouldered Orc with short cropped black hair and a maze of scars across his knuckles. He wears a custom harness over leather straps, keeping his arms bare and flexible. His eyes are sharp and constantly scanning his surroundings.

Grak is a man of few words and decisive actions. He views every interaction like a match, looking for the angle to exploit. He respects skill and silence, holding a deep disdain for those who boast without the muscle to back it up.

Grak grew up in the filth of the Copper District, learning early on that the fastest way to someone's coin purse was through their ribs. He worked as an enforcer for the Night Hands for a decade, mastering the art of breaking into vaults and breaking legs with equal proficiency. After a stint in the gladiatorial pits of the Squared Circle, he merged his rogue instincts with the brutal mechanics of street brawling. Now he is the man people call when they need a lock picked and a guardian strangled in total silence. He is the shadow that hits like a falling brick.