Kezza is a wiry, fiercely athletic orc whose movements resemble a hunting cat trying very hard to look like a soldier. Her sun-cured ash-gray skin has a dry, stone-like texture across the shoulders and a faint copper sheen where old dust has settled into her pores. She waits with one heel raised and most of her weight on the balls of her feet, as if every conversation might become a sprint. Her undercut is shaved close to the scalp, while the remaining black hair is braided into cords threaded with brass rings, horsehair, and tiny trade tokens. One striking eye is pale amber and constantly alert. The other was lost to a flint-shard explosion in her youth and replaced with a polished obsidian bead set into a leather socket. Her lower tusks are filed flat at the tips, but her upper teeth are surprisingly small and neat, giving her grin an almost courtly quality. She laughs with her whole jaw, then immediately looks embarrassed by the sound. The unexpected contradiction is her hands: scarred, callused, and built for breaking shields, yet kept meticulously clean, with each fingernail polished using river clay.