A dark fantasy portrait of a female rat beastkin barbarian, covered in scars, holding a bloody cleaver in a desolate landscape with rats.

A dark fantasy-style portrait of a 20-year-old female rat beastkin barbarian standing in a windswept wilderness. She is thin, wiry, and covered in old scars and faded plague marks. Her pale, gray-toned skin bears a patchy, unhealthy texture—marked by long-healed boils, scratches, and exposure to the elements. Her wild black hair is matted and unevenly cut, hanging past her shoulders like a tangled mane. Her sharp, haunted eyes glow with a copper hue, intense and animal-like, surrounded by dark circles from restless nights. She wears only two pieces of clothing: a long, tattered cloak draped over her shoulders, its edges ragged and frayed, and a makeshift skirt made of rags and rope, crudely knotted around her waist and hanging unevenly. Her chest is bare beneath the cloak, but the cloak remains mostly closed and modest. Her feet are bare, callused, and dirt-stained, planted firmly on cracked earth. She stands gripping an enormous, rusted butcher’s cleaver—nicknamed “Hackmeat”—that’s nearly as long as her torso. The cleaver is heavy and brutal, stained from countless battles. A few rats skitter at her feet or peek from under her cloak, regarding her with eerie loyalty. The background should be moody and atmospheric—dead trees, gray skies, and distant signs of ruin or decay. Her expression is wary and intense, as if she’s listening for voices only she can hear. Despite her grim appearance, there is a hint of vulnerability—an outsider hardened by pain but not broken. Style: See more