þanon untydras ealle onwocon
eotenas ond ylfe ond orcneas
swylce gigantas þa wið gode wunnon
lange þrage he him ðæs lean forgeald
 —Beowulf, Fitt I, vv. 111–14[6]

Thence all evil broods were born,
ogres and orcs and evil spirits
--the giants also, who long time fought with the Gods,
for which they gave them their reward.

"Lacking all subtlety and manner of grace, there is nothing refined about the nature of the orc. They cannot be tamed, civilized or reasoned with, and it is for these reasons m'lord, I propose we cleanse them from our lands."

--Saer Berrick Ashby, Lord Commander of the Reiksford Legion speaking to his liege.

Mol is an orc. Broad of shoulder and long of limb. Dusky grey skin, dark, almost mossy green hair and heavy-set tusks peeking out of an over-sized lower lip. He has a wicked-looking scar down his right cheek, and one down the middle of his chin, looking like a clefted dimple.