Lean and mean, an anomaly to her clan and perhaps the rest of the world.

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With atheletic build and agile body, this 6'6ft power house of a woman views her surroundings with crimson red eyes. Her long aburn hair held taughtly and high with a sunflower yellow ribbon, swayed left and right; mimicing the motion of her well toned and muscled glutes.

Her body was well proportioned and quite shapely. A body built from prime instinct and survival. Small little tusks protrude from her lower maw, a fairly femine addition to her dark sea green complexion.

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Unlike most orcish backgrounds of woe and misery, she was concieved instead. Her mother being close to an age of an old maid, and finding that her social status was next to worthless, she happily took the chance to copulate. The reprocusions were not thought at the heat of the monent.

And so Ghorza was born into a world of purity and where riches and status were paradigm to ones well being. Unlucky for her she was way below average in both casses.

She was an ugly little orc's child. Her skin was of pink, blotted with dark green spots that were layed upon her body like mold growing upon bread.  Her awkward face didn''t helpw in friends over either. Her brows, forehead and facial structure grew awkwardly as she aged.

Her mother however treasured her like none other, untill in her old age passed away in her sleep. Ghorza at the age of twelve burnt down the hovel she lived in for years, knowing full well no acceptance is there for her in the human world.  With whatever previsions she carriedin hand she left into the heart of the wilderness, where all is accepted however the only the strong survived.

With many stories in her past now, the ugly duckling grew up to be a rather exotic woman.