Gralnok towers with the raw, jagged presence of his half-orc heritage, standing nearly 6'8". His skin is a weather-beaten olive-gray canvas cracked with silver scars like lightning strikes from battles long past. His dark hair, streaked heavily with white, hangs in a tangled mane reaching past his shoulders, usually tied loosely with leather thongs. His eyes are a piercing, almost unnatural pale ice-blue, swirling faintly with ghostly light when he loses control. He moves with the slow, deliberate gait of someone who carries unseen weight, yet when roused, his motions snap sharp as a predator’s strike. Contradicting his brutal visage, Gralnok adorns an intricately embroidered patchwork cloak woven from a mixture of beast pelts and shimmering silk, a relic from a distant kingdom he once protected—a glimpse of a softer past muffled under raging storms.