Kuz-Grä Stormhand is a broad-shouldered half-orc with the compact power of a basalt statue and the restless grace of a hawk in a gale. His skin is deep olive gray, weathered by years of rain, sparring sweat, and ceremonial ash rubbed into the scars on his forearms. A single white streak cuts through his coarse black hair, which he keeps tied back with a strip of storm-blue silk that never seems to dry even in sunlight. One tusk is chipped clean in a duel long ago, and the broken edge gives his grin a crooked, almost boyish charm. He wears wrapped fists, prayer beads of polished river stone, and a sleeveless coat of layered gray cloth that looks plain until it catches the wind, when the inner lining flashes like summer lightning. Unexpectedly, he keeps one sleeve sewn with delicate gold thread and tiny embroidered cranes, a soft, elegant contradiction to his bruised and thunderous presence. He moves with measured stillness between bursts of explosive motion, as if every step is being tested against an invisible storm.