((Absolutely, completely WIP.))

A towering beast of a woman whose orcish blood is clear in the overwhelming strength of her form and the sharp tusks. She is almost every bit what one would expect from such an... amazonian specimen. Sharp, dangerous tusts, pointed ears and stark, golden eyes. Skin as dark as richest soil. A form that towers heads taller above most. Hands that could tear the horns off a minotaur. Muscled, long legs and thighs whose thickness are only outdone by the curve of her butt straining against her paints. Breasts that press and stretch even leathers that she might wear for fashion or armor. Muscles and abs that could perhaps grind stone, always glimmering with at least a thin layer of sweat she never seems to rid herself of.

More, there's an earthy scent that follows her *everywhere*, no matter the place, no matter her clothes. Not even if she's floating about in a bath house. Cloying, tangy, spicy, thick. Musky. A kind of scent that, to the susceptible, might tease and flood the tongue with every breath.

And it seems that, whatever she wears that's not a whole tin-can of a metal plate, she simply cannot escape the fate of bearing a thick, weighty bulge between her legs. Sometimes less visible, and sometimes straining badly against too-tight fabric.

Yet, for all her towering intimidation, all the heaps of gleaming amazonian muscle and thick legs, all the seeming savagery of her appearance, all the could-break-someone-underneath-her power, she often... carries nothing but a soft, calmly-joyful smile on her lips, or a warm, friendly tone to her voice!