A broad-shouldered half-orc woman with moss-green skin, a strong jaw, prominent lower tusks, and a long black braid threaded with small carved bones. Her amber eyes are watchful and intense. She wears weathered hide wrappings, a fur-lined mantle, and practical traveling clothes beneath her gear. A faded scar crosses her left cheek, and a necklace of polished animal teeth rests against her chest.

Korga is blunt, observant, and fiercely protective. She speaks plainly, dislikes wasteful cruelty, and has a dry sense of humor that appears most often when everyone else is frightened. Though she seems intimidating, she is patient with children, animals, and anyone who is honestly trying to learn.

Korga Stone-Track was born on the edge of a windswept frontier where human villages, orc hunting grounds, and dangerous wilderness met without ever truly becoming one community. Her orc father taught her to read tracks, weather, and silence, while her human mother taught her the names of distant roads and the value of returning what was borrowed. Korga grew up carrying messages between isolated settlements, guiding travelers through mountain passes, and hunting when winter made every meal a contest. When a raiding band burned the border camp where her family had lived, Korga followed the attackers into the hills. She found no glory in revenge, only frightened survivors and a landscape that had lost its peace. Her fury became a weapon she learned to control, erupting whenever the helpless were threatened. Now she travels as a wandering protector, taking work wherever roads become unsafe. She seeks signs that the raiders still operate, but she also hopes to prove that a half-orc can be a bridge between peoples who are too quick to fear one another.