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Rick Barry stands 5’11” and weighs 230lbs and is 42 years old. He has thick dark brown hair that reaches down to his shoulders. His hair is in complete disarray with various parts braided and matted together using beads and other inexpensive jewellery. What hair is not braided or matted is dreadlocked or clumped together by a combination of wax, blood and dirt.

Rick Barry is short in comparison to the average Half-Orc and hence has a very wide frame with broad shoulders, a wide neck and thick arms and legs. He is of a thick muscular build, which is a result of repeated heavy strain on his body. His eyes are a deep and muddy brown. His jaw line is long and wide, he has a wide and thick brimmed nose and coarse eyebrows. His ears are slightly mangled in comparison to human ears. This is a result of two factors: the method by which he makes his living, gladiatorial combat and mercenary work, and his Orc lineage.

Rick Barry’s armour is an immaculately crafted suit of Gorgon Hide Armour. It in essence is various parts of Gorgon Hide stitched and strapped together so that they fit around Rick’s body like a long-sleeved shirt would. On his lower half he wears a pair of loose but thick black cotton pants. Rick wears a pair of steel thigh guards. Below the thigh guards he wears a pair of knee high brown leather boots. On top of it all he wears a brown leather coat that reaches down to just above his knees.

Thrown over his back is the most extraordinary hammer. The hilt is silver in colour and is adorned with various etchings in numerous languages and markings illustrating various creatures and tales.  These etchings and markings are a combination of crimson and gold. The head of the hammer itself is modelled as a jack-in-the-box. A jester making various poses in crimson and gold attire is inscribed into the sides of the head of the hammer. The top and bottom of the head of the hammer contain the same pattern. This pattern is a crimson circle followed by a gold circle, each one engulfing the last one until there is no more space.

Standing at attention, Haptash Ka-Nala looks somewhat taller than he is. While on his identity papers it reads 5′8″, many would place him as being more, perhaps not six feet tall, but you just get the feeling that there’s… more… of him than 5′8″. His hair is partly to blame. It is untidy, though not unkempt, and several of the dark brown spikes seem determined to point upwards, no matter the treatment given to them. Another factor is his boots. Large, heavy and durable, they protect his rather small feet from the rigours of his job. Tucked into these boots are Haptash’s pants; dark green and not too tight as to be impractical but tight enough not to get in the way. They, much like most of his clothing, are practical.

A tough leather belt is wrapped around his waist, with various pouches and canisters attached. Each of these is filled with different substances and tiny, seemingly useless items. A tan coloured, short-sleeved shirt covers his body while over that he wears a brown sleeveless coat which hangs down almost to his feet, though it never touches the ground unless he is stooping or sitting. Hanging loosely around Haptash’s neck is a pair of thick-lens goggles with an adjustable leather strap. His hands are protected from the elements, as well as the more dangerous of his alchemic tools, by a pair of large gloves, covering most of his forearms. These are well-worn at the fingers, as if he wears them almost constantly.

Haptash’s eyes are bright green and they shine like emeralds amidst the strangely pale-skinned face, making him look younger than he is. His delicate features are sharp and well defined, including his sly half-smile, which comes upon him whenever he isn’t deeply concerned about things. Haptash wears only one piece of jewellery, a single golden stud in his left ear.

A second belt hangs about his hips, but attached to this are his tools of war. A crossbow, a small knife and various vials all neatly tucked in and placed where they can be most easily accessed.