Maza is a tall, imposing orc with grey-green skin crisscrossed by small, faded scars from years of street fighting. She has a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and intelligent, piercing amber eyes. Her black hair is tightly braided against her scalp to stay out of her face. She wears dark, oiled studded leather armor that doesn't creak, and her hands are perpetually wrapped in dirty linen bandages. She carries no visible broadsword, only a pair of thin daggers at her small of her back.

Quietly confident and intensely observant, Maza is the sort of person who counts the exits of a room before she looks at the people in it. She has a dry, gallows sense of humor and speaks with the directness of a fist. She hates long-winded politics and prefers the cold logic of a well-executed heist or a clean chokehold. While she carries the outward ferocity of an orcish warrior, she moves with the grace of a feline predator.

Maza was never interested in the blood-soaked glory of the orcish clans. Born in the sprawling docks of a major metropolis, she learned quickly that information was more valuable than bone and that a strike from the shadows beat a charge across a field. She started as a pit-fighter in the 'Squared Circle' underground rings, where she combined orcish tenacity with refined wrestling techniques. Her talent for moving unseen soon caught the eye of the local syndicates, who realized that a fighter who could also pick a lock was the perfect infiltrator. For years, she worked as an enforcer and professional thief, eventually surpassing her masters. Now, she operates as a high-end ghost, specializing in breaking into places deemed impossible. She uses her brawling skills not just to kill, but to ensure that anyone who finds her stays quiet long enough for her to vanish back into the rooftops.