Korthal is a towering figure with the granite-grey skin of his kind, though much of it is obscured by dense, geometric black ink tattoos that spiral across his chest and arms. He has piercing emerald green eyes and wears his salt and pepper hair and beard in thick, practical braids. His armor is a patchwork of bronze scales and black iron, weathered by mountain storms.

Korthal is a man of few words and profound stillness. He possesses the quiet confidence of a veteran commander combined with the raw instincts of a mountain predator. He speaks in a low rumble, often waiting several seconds before responding to ensure his words have weight. He values silence and the clarity of the hunt over the noise of the city.

Born into a high mountain clan, Korthal spent his youth as a respected military strategist for the border legions. He earned the title of 'Noble' for his tactical brilliance and honorable conduct. However, after witnessing the senseless politics of the lowlands, he abandoned his commission. He took to the wild, tattooing his history upon his skin to reclaim his identity from the records of men. He now lives as a wandering protector, using his tactical training to defend the natural order. His 'savage' appearance is a deliberate choice to distance himself from the corruption of the courts he once served. He carries the weight of a leader who no longer wishes to lead, yet cannot stand by while others suffer.