(Don’t know the artist)

Kog, a notorious hill giant feared across the highlands, stalks his domain with earth-shaking strides, each step a thunderous warning to those foolish enough to linger nearby. His dark, flinty eyes scan the rugged hills, glinting with suspicion and primal cunning. A mane of shaggy, dirt-matted hair spills over his broad shoulders, tangled with bits of bone and twig, while his thick, unkempt beard bristles with every grunt and snarl. Gripped in his massive hand, a gnarled wooden club—scarred from countless battles—doubles as a walking staff, dragging furrows in the dirt as he moves. The air carries his musky scent, mingled with the crushed herbs and earth clinging to his patchwork hide armor, a trophy of his conquests. Kog’s temper is as volatile as a storm, quick to rage but slow to trust, his mind a mix of territorial instinct and a crude, calculating wit that makes him all the more dangerous.

Approach how you like.