There was a strong gaze to this one, deep ebony eyes with just a hint of green piercing out from the depths of those sockets recessed in his skull. His skin resembled a mixture of human pink and orcish green in its hues with offset patches that lighten around the many nicks and scratches along his face. Black unkempt hair swept back into a long ponytail braiding down below the center of his back. Skarr stood tall, though rather lithe for one of his bloodline. His muscles were very toned, almost as if chisseled from stone. His clothing was modest, loose for manueverability yet almost ragged like that of a beggar. He prefered the darker colors that didnt offset his skin too much, a simple black vest open at the front to show the many cuts along his chest yet hide the dozens of scars along his back and up his neck. A sash of burnt orange wrapped his waist and covered the top of his loose tattered black pants. His wrists and ankles were wrapped in off white bandages. He wore soft shoes that showed signs of wear from his travels.