Mora Thunderforger is a broad-shouldered dwarf with the compact strength of someone shaped by years of bellows, ore carts, and subterranean stairways. Her skin is the deep brown of polished walnut, dusted permanently with gray stone powder around her knuckles and jaw. Her braided hair is iron-black with bright copper strands that appear almost molten when she stands near a forge. One eye is hazel, while the other is clouded white from an old flash of leyfire, though she navigates stone corridors with unnerving confidence. Her movements are deliberate and grounded, yet when startled she becomes startlingly quick, snapping around like a sprung trap. She smells of cedar ash, hot iron, and winter mint. The unexpected contradiction is her hands: scarred, callused, and strong enough to bend a horseshoe, yet she handles injured animals and frightened children with exquisite gentleness.