Human Male

The mirror, built by human hands and made with human proportions and human tastes in mind, was now used by a human man. There wasn't anything terribly exceptional about it's occupant, but perhaps that was much the point. There was no one way in which humans were superior to the other intelligent races of the world, but were generally a more diverse lot in biology and thought, using adaptability more than anything.

So, here stood a seemingly average member of a seemingly average race, which of itself was by no means a bad thing. Your arms and legs were hairy, matching that of your head, an auburn brown. Not the gorgeous specimen as some others, you've made up in the regard with "prowess" or so you've told yourself over the years.

Your attention wanders away to the matter at hand, finding a way out. You notice a wide variety of objects mounted to the wall that might help get you free, including some weapons.