Jayde is a mountain of green skin and rippling muscle. His biceps are the size of most men's thighs, and he wears his chain mail unbuttoned at the top to better show off his chest. He has a shock of messy black hair and a permanent, slightly maniacal grin that exposes blunt tusks. His equipment is kept in pristine condition, polished specifically so it catches the light when he strikes a pose.

Boisterous and incredibly loud, Jayde lives for the spotlight. He treats every skirmish like a theatrical performance, shouting his own name and narrating his moves to the horror of his enemies and the amusement of his friends. Despite his vanity, he is genuinely kind-hearted and views his strength as a tool to protect those who cannot protect themselves. He believes there is no problem that cannot be solved by a sufficiently impressive display of muscle.

Jayde was the most physically gifted soldier in the Iron Tusk Legion, but he was also the most disciplined problem. While the other orcs practiced formation drills in silence, Jayde was busy lifting the supply wagons over his head to impress the camp followers. He earned the moniker 'Shit Fart' from a frustrated drill sergeant who claimed he was 'more noise and gas than a disciplined soldier,' but Jayde adopted the name with pride, turning it into a battle cry that confuses and terrifies his foes. He doesn't see it as an insult, he sees it as a legacy of being too big for the system. After single handedly holding a bridge during a retreat because he wanted to see if he could stop a horse with his bare hands, he was honorably discharged for 'extreme grandstanding and general lack of military decorum.' Now he wanders the world as a mercenary, looking for the biggest monsters and the biggest audiences. He refuses to take any job that doesn't allow him to be the center of attention, but his heart is as big as his deltoids. He will jump into the path of a dragon's fire just so he can tell the story later of how he didn't even flinch.