Oriza is a small young woman, and that alone has spelled hell and a half for proving her worth, especially as her calling involves a fair bit of armor and swinging a blunt, two-handed weapon. Standing roughly a head beneath most Cimmerian men, the weapons typically fashioned for her kind may seem impractical and unwieldy--but wield them she does, and it's hard to question practicality judging by the success she's had so far. Despite her frame, Oriza's body is well-muscled; not exactly the bulging hardiness of a bear, or the tall, taut resemblance of a wolf, she could at least be related to a small wild cat, coiled and compact.