Gorathrax

Gorathrax, a towering figure among the teiflings of the Mal'Zarath tribe, stands as a formidable presence in the smoldering realm of Domant Country. His ebony skin, a deep shade of obsidian, is etched with the history of countless battles, each scar a testament to his resilience and prowess in combat. Standing head and shoulders above his kin, Gorathrax's muscular frame is honed to perfection, reflecting a lifetime of relentless training and ceaseless warfare. His shoulders bear the weight of infernal armor adorned with intricate engravings depicting scenes of conquest and infernal sigils that pulse faintly with latent power.
Above a furrowed brow, two horns spiral upwards, their tips sharp and polished to a gleaming point. His eyes burn with an inner fire, like smoldering embers beneath a mask of stoic resolve. Despite the intensity of his gaze, there lies within a hint of weariness—a weariness born not of physical strain, but of the burdens of leadership and the weight of his own relentless ambition.
In his grip, a massive blade rests, its edge as sharp as the day it was forged in the heart of Infernia's volcanic fires. The weapon, a reflection of its wielder, is as much a tool of intimidation as it is a symbol of his authority—a reminder to all who dare to challenge him of the price of defiance.
As Gorathrax moves with a predatory grace, his movements are fluid yet deliberate, every step echoing with the silent promise of impending conflict. His presence commands respect and fear in equal measure, a testament to his enduring strength and unwavering determination to uphold the traditions of his tribe.