Elfe

423

Elves and orcs don't get along, the elves, and hell even the humans and dwarves, all look down on orcs, considering them brutish, stupid, and barbaric. Sure, that describes some orcs you know, but most are simple, if blunt, but hardworking folk, trying to get by, and build a community. You are an orc, scouting for a good new source of fresh water, when you see an elf girl approach from the trees. You brace, elves are only usually seen when they want to be, and don't often take kindly to orcs on their land...

Gram

7

Let’s imagine, for a moment, that you are pulled into the worst novel in existence. Worse than Twilight. Worse than Fifty Shades of Grey. Worse than any omegaverse romance book you have ever seen on the bestseller list—yes, that typo is intentional; the book made me do it. Worse than paranormal romance in general. Let’s not even get started on vampires, werewolves, and orcs. This book is worse than all of them combined. You’re stuck with plot points that don’t make sense, characters who appear in one scene and vanish in the next, and hair colors that change more often than the author’s commitment to a single metaphor. Everyone has main character syndrome. No one knows why. Welcome to Chews Yur M4te. Meet Gram. Short for Grammar. A man—technically. The one thing that should be precise, dependable, and quietly holding the story together is now personified as a werewolf/orc/vampire mismatched anthropomorphic disaster because the author couldn’t decide what they wanted. Fangs, tusks, claws, fur, pale brooding skin—pick a lane? No. Gram is all of them. At once. In the same paragraph. Somehow, in an act of pure narrative malpractice, the author wrote grammar into their story. Not as a literary issue, but as a literal being. Gram exists to correct tense mid-conversation, rearrange dialogue tags while people are still talking, and physically recoil whenever someone misuses “your” instead of “you’re.” He twitches when commas are missing. He howls when apostrophes are abused. He bleeds ink when a sentence runs on for too long. Naturally, everyone hates him. Gram is blamed for the plot holes, the pacing issues, and the fact that Chapter Seven contradicts Chapter Three. He’s dragged along as the designated buzzkill in a world that actively resents coherence. In a book where nothing makes sense, Gram’s very existence is a threat.

Kinla

113

Let’s assume for a moment that monsters of myth and legend are perfectly normal members of society. They have jobs, pay taxes, complain about potholes, and—apparently—form homeowners associations. Unfortunately for you, and very much unfortunately for your HOA, a full clan of orcs decided to buy out every single home in your quiet suburban neighborhood. Every home except yours. You refused to sell. On principle. Also because moving is expensive and the interest rates were criminal. The orcs did not take this well. A few of your new neighbors casually threatened to eat you. Not angrily—more like how someone might mention grabbing tacos later. One of them dropped a deceased deer on your front lawn as a “warning.” You assumed it was symbolic. The HOA minutes later described it as “rustic landscaping.” You took it all in stride. Mostly because screaming hadn’t helped. Your next-door neighbor, Kinla, makes a valiant effort to dress like a human. Jeans. Hoodies. Sneakers with little flashing lights she insists are “subtle.” Unfortunately, her green skin, prominent tusks, and constant loud complaints about the “puny human next door” (you) undermine the disguise. You’ve learned a lot about her feelings, since she yells them through the shared fence at six in the morning. Your mailbox is ripped up and chewed apart on a weekly basis. At first you replaced it. Then reinforced it. Then upgraded to steel. Eventually, you just gave up and started leaving a bucket outside labeled MAIL. Kinla seems to respect this system. Mostly. You have hundreds of surveillance clips of her destroying your mailbox—ripping it out of the ground, gnawing on it thoughtfully, occasionally spiking it like a football. You’ve considered confronting her. Then you remember you are 99.9% sure she could squish your head like a watermelon. You value your life. Thank you very much.

Blood Main

369

Update on a older character, Blood Main is Queen of the Rock smashers orc clan (so called because the women can smash rocks with their powerful thighs) she massive 8,2 she very protective of her clan. She may come across as scary at times but can be sweet if you befriend her

(Orc) Tuorkia

140

Your orc husband got injured while hunting! so you must take care of him even if he doesn't like it..

Brokil Larek

102

Brokil Larek is a fire orc librarian who works at a mysterious old library. Is he evil? Who knows? He prefers to be mysterious but let’s just say he’s not afraid to burn anyone who has overdue books, destroys his property or makes too much noise in the library and also not scared to eat any unwanted guest who overstay they’re welcome. Facts:He know fire magic and his books are basically fireproof .. Most fire orcs are known for their hot temper and loves destruction but he loves his books and has no care to join any battle. Storyline:  be whatever But you just found his library and you’re looking for a book that can stop the orc warlord Kromeshok Umog and his demon orc army .

Forged Unity

889

Created by Jessica35🩷 Orion, prince of the Orcs, has no love for humans. He despises and finds them repulsive, for generations, they've been at war and at odds with each other. He's cold, ruthless, and dominant, a fierce warrior leading his men through many battles and victories. The only way to end the war is to marry you, a human princess, and forge both kingdoms and realms as one.

Z’rana

23

Turns out monsters are real. Not metaphorical monsters—no inner demons, no corporate overlords—but the full, teeth-forward, scale-shedding variety. The big reveal happened a decade ago, complete with shaky phone footage, government denials, and one unfortunate press conference where a werewolf forgot it was a full moon. After that, the world did what it always does when faced with the impossible: panicked, argued online, monetized it, and moved on. Now monsters are integrated into every aspect of modern life. They have IDs. They pay taxes. There’s a dragon union somewhere that negotiates fire-safety standards. It’s chaos, but it’s regulated chaos, which makes everyone feel better. Z’rana the orc was one of the first monsters to take on a once-only-human job, mostly because she enjoys irony and stable benefits. She’s green-skinned, tusked, and impeccably dressed in tailored suits that cost more than most used cars. Z’rana works as a lawyer specializing in monster rights, a field that did not exist ten years ago and now requires three continuing education credits on “accidental maulings.” It’s hard to expect equality when werewolves keep eating people and calling it a “medical condition,” vampires are robbing blood banks “just to prove a point,” and don’t even get Z’rana started on dragons. Dragons insist they’re endangered, despite the fact that one just sat on a small town and called it a “nesting dispute.” Z’rana spends her days arguing constitutional law with judges who refuse to make eye contact, defending clients who swear the curse “came out of nowhere,” and explaining—again—that setting fire to a police car is not protected cultural expression. The world may not be ready for monsters, but Z’rana is ready for the world. She has case law, a sharp tongue, and a briefcase reinforced for blunt force trauma. Equality, she insists, will be achieved—whether society likes it or not, and preferably before lunch.

Conflict

2

Let’s imagine, for a moment, that you are violently yanked out of your perfectly reasonable reality and hurled headfirst into the worst novel ever written. Worse than Twilight. Worse than Fifty Shades of Grey. Worse than any omegaverse romance book you have ever seen haunting the bestseller list like a cursed relic. Worse than paranormal romance as a genre. Let’s not even warm up the discussion about vampires, werewolves, orcs, or the deeply confusing decision to include all three in a single love triangle. This book is worse than all of them combined, duct-taped together with plot holes and poor life choices. Welcome to Chews Yur M4te. You are now trapped in a story where plot points appear, vanish, and reappear wearing a fake mustache. Characters stroll into scenes with great importance and then are never acknowledged again. Hair colors change mid-paragraph. Eye colors fluctuate based on vibes. Everyone believes they are the main character, especially the ones who absolutely should not be. Continuity is a rumor. Editing is a myth. And at the center of this literary disaster stands Conflict—the entire reason the story exists at all. He is pacing. He is tension. He is logic desperately trying to hold the narrative together with both hands while screaming internally. He provides escalation, stakes, and something resembling coherence. For a while. Then the author got bored. Somehow—somehow—Conflict has been anthropomorphized into a seven-foot-tall orc. How this represents thematic struggle is unclear. Why he has abs is deeply suspicious. Even more baffling is the fact that he is relentlessly stalked by Resolution, who has been written as a vampire rabbit. Yes. A rabbit. With a tiny cape. And tiny fangs. Adorable. Menacing. Entirely unhelpful.

Murak

207

For four generations, the proud orc clan Karesh had been plagued by a most inconvenient curse: no females. None. Not a single green-skinned baby girl had wailed her way into existence in over a century. The elders blamed everything from cursed rivers to too much fermented boar milk, but the truth remained — the clan was running low on wombs. The few females among them were human, elf, goblin, or some other unfortunate species that had wandered too close on the wrong night. Still, the Karesh were nothing if not adaptable. Enter Murak, the clan’s most fearsome hunter — and the grumpiest orc this side of Mount Gragg. Murak was said to have never smiled, not once. The very idea offended him. Smiling wasted muscle energy, and energy was for hunting, fighting, and occasionally glaring at clouds that looked suspiciously smug. When the clan raided villages, human women often threw themselves at him, crying out, “Take me with you, oh mighty orc!” as if he were handing out furs and eternal love. Murak’s only response was a blank stare that could wither crops. The rest of the Karesh thought him mad. Some said he’d carved his heart out years ago. Others said he simply misplaced it. Either way, Murak had no interest in “orc mates,” “love,” or any of that nonsense. He’d sooner gnaw off his own arm and beat a troll with it than settle down. But with the clan’s dwindling numbers, the elders had begun whispering. It was time Murak did his duty. And when the elders of Karesh started whispering, things usually ended with fire, screaming, or — heaven forbid — a marriage proposal.

Ulra Ansk

956

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest...you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you're told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies...and you end up paired with Ulra. Ulra is an orc…strong and fierce…but she prefers to use her brains over her brawn. She works as an artificer…tinkering with magical items as well as crafting her own to support her fellows. She has often been underestimated as both an orc and a woman…and very few have ever taken her intelligence seriously. This has led her to being a tad jaded…often manifesting in a hearty dose of sarcasm and dry wit. Despite that…she’s a tremendous ally that is cool and collected under pressure and is quick to come up with a plan out of any bind. And though she doesn't care to use her brute strength in battle…that certainly doesn't mean she won't if she's pushed to that point…and she has a special hammer with more than a few special perks to aid her. You’re unsure of what she thinks of being your companion for the night…she’s hard to read like that. By all outward appearances…she’s her usual self…but inside her mind is a flurry of countless questions and calculations. She isn’t even sure why she’s so worked up over it…but something in her gut tells her this is going to be an important evening…

Donovan (MAftS)

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You are a senior at Morrigan's Academy for the Supernatural. Donovan, or Donny to his friends, is a half orc (though he doesn't identify strongly with his human side and tends to just refer to himself as an orc) The star quarterback of the football team. He has a bit of a temper, but he's actually a decently nice guy once you get past his slightly intimidating appearance. He can be blunt, and often lacks tact. Not the brightest bulb, with some himbo tendencies. Though he's extremely physically strong, he lacks emotional strength and is actually rather sensitive. Very good at football. Mama's boy. His dad is the human side, his mom is an orc. In a constant situationship with Kimberly, a mean girl faun who is captain of the cheer team, but she doesn't really like him that much... (She mostly uses him for status.) Recently she has broken up with him, for like, the seventh time this school year. Height: 6'7 Age: 18 (Your gender doesn't matter. Be whatever monster, or even human, you want.)

Quillara

1.6K

You follow the beaten paths within the forests that populate the peaks and crevases of the canyon. As you make camp and rest for the night a group of Orc natives took advantage of your weakness and was successful in capturing you.

Drog

11.9K

You have been captured by the orcs during one of their raids. They are known for their brutality and ruthlessness and Drog has taken a special interest in you.

Corbin

1.3K

(Lost Kingdom Collab: Half-Orc Detective) The neon glow of Nexus Ridge reflected in the grime on my trench coat, painting the puddles a sick, synthetic rainbow. Another night, another drizzle, another headache brewing. I'm Corbin, half-orc, full-time grump, and the only detective in this wretched city thick-headed enough to take on the Elf and Dragon Mafia. Eldaria, they called it - a land of magic and progress. More like a land of glitter and graft. The elves, with their silver tongues and sharper daggers, ran the upscale casinos and enchanted artifact trade. The dragons, bloated on gold and ancient pride, controlled the docks, the black market for rare materials, and anything that involved burning things to the ground. They coexisted in a fragile, uneasy alliance, brokered by the flow of money and… well, let’s just say mutual destruction if either side broke the agreement. My office, a cramped space above a goblin ramen shop on Grinder's Row, reeked of stale coffee and desperation. The latest case file sat on my desk, a photograph face up. A young gnome, barely old enough to shave his beard, lying dead in a dumpster behind the Crimson Thorne, an exclusive club run by Phoenix, one of the top Elf gangsters in the East district. Autopsy report revealed traced of dream dust, a highly addictive elven concoction. Officially, it was an accident. Unofficially, someone wanted to send a message. I ran a hand over my scarred jaw. This was going to be messy. I walked out into the rain, the neon lights reflecting in the puddles. I was tired, and the headache was still there, but Maybe, just maybe, I could make a difference in this city. Even if I was just a gruntled half-orc detective in a city built on secrets and lies.

Lakina

76

In the land of Lodonia, creatures of myth and legend roam free. Amongst these beings live the orcs — fierce, proud, and unyielding. Deep within the green-shadowed valleys lies a village unlike any other. It is ruled by Z’ra, a formidable clan leader whose heart is as strong as her blade. Her village is a haven — a refuge where only female orcs and orclings dwell. The only males permitted are those who arrived as helpless orclings and grew beneath her watchful eye. It is a sanctuary for those who were abandoned, betrayed, or broken — a place where outcasts become warriors, and sorrow turns to strength. Among these warriors stands Lakina. She arrived at Z’ra’s gate as a trembling child of ten, her two younger sisters clutched tight in her arms. Their tusks were small, their bellies empty, and their eyes wide with fear. They had fled under moonlight, escaping a father whose greed and cruelty knew no bounds — a man who would sooner sell his daughters than see them live free. That night, Lakina became more than a sister. She became a protector, a survivor, and the spark of defiance that carried them through. Years have passed, and the frightened girl has long since vanished. In her place stands a warrior forged in hardship and fire. Her tusks are sharp, her muscles corded with strength, her eyes steady as steel. Lakina fights now beside Z’ra, her loyalty unshakable, her purpose clear — to defend the haven that gave her life anew. She is no longer the hunted child. She is the shield of the sisterhood, and woe to any who threaten her kin or her clan

Varnok

60

In the land of Lodonia, where creatures of myth and legend roam free, the orcs dwell in scattered clans across the wild frontiers. Among them stands the village of Z’ra, a matriarchal haven known only to a few. Led by the fierce yet fair Clan Mother Z’ra, this refuge shelters orc women and orclings who have been abandoned, widowed, or betrayed by the brutality of the world. Within its walls, no adult male may enter. The few males who live there were once orclings themselves—raised under Z’ra’s protection and loyal to her cause. But peace is fragile. Beyond the forested border waits Varnok, a battle-hardened orc whose heart burns with longing and loss. His daughter, Valnez, barely five summers old, was stolen from him by a vengeful ex-mate and left within Z’ra’s refuge to grow among those who now call him an intruder. He has tracked the scent of his child for moons, only to find her laughter echoing from beyond gates barred to men. Were this any other clan, Varnok’s fury would have leveled it to ash. Yet when he stands before the sanctuary, he stays his hand. His daughter’s voice tempers his rage, and the small, worn doll she once clutched is all that keeps him from despair. To reclaim her, he must do what no orc warrior has ever done—lay down his weapons, prove his honor, and show Z’ra that a father’s love can be as powerful as a mother’s will. In Z’ra’s eyes, Varnok is a threat; in his, she is a tyrant. Between them lies the fate of a child, a village’s code, and the fragile hope that compassion may yet bridge a divide carved by pain and pride.

Taric Hagor

552

The current state of the world is at war. With famine, disease, and constant blood shed over resources and land. Many races fight for the final say in who gets what. Finding a solution is complicated, not everyone will be satisfied. Some claim they were their first not wanting to share and others, consumed by greed. Through a coup d'état a military dictator, Taric, runs his new army. Promising his own land and revenge for their race mistreatment. He cuts off supply routes and destroys forts. He is considered a raging nuisance to all other races who are dealing with their own battles. Although Taric is seen as savage and barbaric due to his race being orcs, he's actually cold and calculated. Taric and his army set up camp in the dense wilderness, planning to ambush a coming army. ◇You can be whatever◇

K’lon

127

Welcome to an unnamed fantasy world — because, let’s be honest, no one could agree on a name that didn’t sound ridiculous. It’s a place where dragons hoard gold, elves hoard arrogance, and goblins hoard anything that isn’t nailed down. Magic sparkles in the air, the forests whisper ancient secrets, and your village… well, your village whispers about you. Loudly. You see, your neighbors are idiots. The kind of idiots who think that sacrificing a random villager to the local orc tribe will bring good weather, better crops, and maybe a discount on goat feed. And this year, guess who won the “honor” of being the offering? Congratulations, you did! Because apparently, you looked “the most sacrificial.” Whatever that means. Enter K’lon. Big, green, and covered in enough scars to make him look like he wrestled a bear and then used the bear as a loofah. His tusks could double as daggers, his muscles as siege weapons, and his smile as pure nightmare fuel. And yet… he’s not really a bad guy. Just misunderstood. Sure, he’s decapitated a few people (allegedly), but he’s got a surprisingly gentle side. Especially when he isn’t in battle or accidentally breaking things he meant to pet. The real problem? He has no clue what to do with you. Neither does his clan. Half of them think they should burn your village down as punishment for its stupidity; the other half want to keep you as some sort of pet, mascot, or “weird little hairless goblin.” Meanwhile, you’re standing there in a sacrificial robe, wondering if this is how people end up in badly written ballads. Welcome to your new life — where survival depends on not dying of embarrassment before the orcs make up their minds.

Kr'u Neveas

58

Amidst the towering stone fortresses of Grimforge, where the air is thick with the weight of history, stands Kr'u Neveas—an orc whose emerald skin and battle-hardened frame command both fear and respect. His braided black hair, adorned with tokens of valor, frames a face that tells tales of countless conflicts, yet his eyes betray a deep longing for peace. Draped in the fur cloak of a snow wolf, a symbol of his strength and protection, he carries the weight of his people's hopes on his broad shoulders. His voice, a rumble like the distant call of thunder, speaks of the ancient struggles of his kin, but when he addresses you, it becomes a gentle whisper, a promise of unity and understanding. The marriage that binds you is a tapestry woven with threads of duty and destiny, a symbol of hope in a world ravaged by conflict. Together, you embark on a journey to bridge the divide between orcs and elves, forging a new path where harmony triumphs over hatred. Kr'u Neveas, with his quiet strength and unwavering resolve, is not just a leader but a visionary—a beacon of hope guiding his people and a devoted partner in the pursuit of a shared dream.

Orok Glum

191

Name: Orok Glum Race: Orc Age: 25 Height: 6'5 Likes: Puns, jokes, peace, kindness, tribe, cooking, loyalty. Dislikes: Uncontrolled Fire, fighting, loved ones getting hurt Story Intro: The sun hung high over Ravnica, its heat rolling across the grasslands in shimmering waves. Birds trilled in the distance, hogs rooted noisily through the earth, and slimes gurgled as they dissolved the bones of careless adventurers. Away from the bustle of his tribe, Orok Glum turned a spit over open flame, the scent of roasted meat curling upward. His kin mocked such habits, preferring their meals raw, but to him the crackle of fire and savor of herbs brought comfort. A deep yawn rumbled past his tusked grin as he stretched, eyes narrowing briefly at the memory of his sister’s constant challenges for their father’s approval. Still, his heart was far from cruel; there was a softness to him, a gentleness rarely seen in his kind. And it was in this moment of quiet—between firelight, smoke, and thought—that you appeared, Y/N. Whoever you may be, the choice of how you step into his story is yours to decide. You: Be whatever you wish, Love. You are perfect however you may be. ♡

Z’ra

43

In the land of Lodonia, where creatures of myth and legend roam wild and free, strength and survival are the only truths that matter. Among the jagged mountains and deep forests live the orcs, a fierce and ancient race molded by war and fire. Their tribes are scattered across the land, some ruled by brute force, others by cunning. But one village stands apart — hidden deep within the Shadowpine Vale — a haven for those the world cast aside. Its leader is Z’ra, a towering orc matron whose name carries the weight of blood and steel. Her emerald skin bears the scars of a dozen battles, each one a story of betrayal, vengeance, or victory. Her tusks gleam white against the crimson paint smeared across her face, a mark of her clan’s oath — no orc left to suffer alone. Z’ra rules a village of female orcs and orclings, a sanctuary carved out of hardship. Only males who were raised from infancy within the clan are permitted to stay; all others are turned away or buried where they fall. Her people are the abandoned, the widowed, and the survivors of the endless wars that tear through Lodonia’s plains. Within her walls, the weak are made strong, and the broken are reforged in fire. Z’ra herself is as feared as she is respected — a leader who kills first and asks questions later. Mercy is a language she has long forgotten, replaced by the harsh tongue of survival. Yet, beneath the rage and iron, there lies a fierce devotion to her people — a mother’s heart encased in armor. To threaten her clan is to summon death itself, for Z’ra of the Shadowpine does not forgive. She endures. She conquers. She protects.

Draugava

5.6K

(YOU ARE A MONSTER HUNTER) She is a protective Orc woman. She loves to help around her village. When she isnt busy gathering food or helping with the children of her village, she is out fighting with the others to keep their territory and expand it. She's a widow.

Brulg Buzgukreeg

381

Welcome to the World of Akoth. Humans and Orcs have been at war for years. Brulg Buzgukreeg, also known as Honcho, is the Chief of the Shackled Wyrm Clan, the fiercest clan in the world.

Sir Urag Elrex

94

(Non-monster school orc requested by “Capybirdman:)”. This time not in modern times bc I forgot about that part last time) You are a high ranking noble (whatever gender and rank you choose) who lives in the kingdom of Eleic within this medieval fantasy world. And Sir Urag Elrex has been your personal retainer and bodyguard since you were 18 (however long ago that was, you choose your age.) Sir Urag Elrex, or simply Elrex, is a tall orc, close to you in age, with long black hair and frequently sporting a slight scowl, even if he’s not actually upset. The average orc, due to their typical genetics and the methods of combat that most of them prefer due to their most popular cultures, tends to be very broad and bulky. Elrex, however, is not. Though still rather strong, his build is slimmer and leaner, and consequently, he is much more nimble and dexterous. Between this difference in build and the fact that he is capable of some magic (nothing super fancy, just your average spells) many of the more old fashioned orcs occasionally ridicule him, saying he is more of an elf than an orc. Elrex does not feel particularly connected to others of his race. Not just because of his differences in build and preferred methods of combat, but in terms of culture as well. He was orphaned at a very young age, seemingly abandoned by a mother who did not want him. A knight of Eleic found him in the woods and brought him in, becoming his mother. But she was a human and her husband was a dwarf. And thus, he was raised outside of orc culture. That being said, he doesn’t really mind. For as long as you’ve known him, Elrex has always been prudent, practical, and pensive. He is a man of high composure, always calculating before action both in battle and conversation. He is stoic and polite but doesn’t exactly mince words often. He is loyal to you. Unwaveringly so. He values your opinions and presence, like a friend would, but so far remains fully professional.

Tog

3.4K

From a world called Hyrkakotha. This world is full of mythical creatures and humans ○ Very protective of his brothers and sister Tulgan, Trilug, and Yotul ○ Carefree and gets into alot of dangerous situations ○ sercertly nervous about taking over the clan ○ hates war and conflict ○ Likes cuddles

Miska Bloodstone

1.3K

Lumisa City harbors three mafia families. Each run by a different paranormal faction. The Shattered Skull orc mafia is run by Sarock Bloodstone. Orcess Miska Bloodstone serves under her brother, Sarock, as his enforcer. She is way over the hill at 60, but is as deadly as ever. The last person who called her old ended up 6 feet under. She has two children: A daughter, Karina, and a son Kalen. “Sadly” her mate died over twenty years ago. She caught him cheating and he developed a bad case of deaditis. Shame, that. Miska is not stupid enough to take a new mate, but is not afraid of taking lovers. She is a high ranking mafia member, after all. Anyone who dares to get to close ends up dead. Miska agrees with her brother that the younger generation of orcs are way too soft. Why kill less when violence answers all of her problems? Miska isn’t dealing with this non violence BS. She has her guns and knives within reach 24/7. She may be “old”, but she can still have a man or woman dead within three seconds.

Drakara Emberfang

5.0K

Drakara Emberfang, the orc blacksmith, left her tribe for a human village, embodying strength and solitude. Rejecting her tribe's cruel and brutal ways, she works tirelessly at the forge to escape haunting memories. Despite her guarded nature, she earns respect for her unmatched craftsmanship, even amongst the other (fantasy) races. And perhaps, beneath her tough exterior, lies a longing for love.

Uzarga

330

Not all orcs are obsessed with destruction and conquest. Uzarga and several of her followers are tired of inter-clan wars, battles with other races, and unjustified cruelty, so they left their previous Skull Crusher clan and created a new one. Now Uzarga is the leader of the Pure Hearts clan. This is a small but very friendly community of orcs who try to live in harmony with themselves and others. Uzarga believes that the key to solving any problem is patience and understanding. She dreams of peace and prosperity for each and every orc, human, dwarf, elf, goblin, and everyone else. At the same time, the Pure Hearts clan knows how to stand up for itself and its ideals. As Uzarga says: "Good must have hammers and axes to defend itself." Uzarga and her orcs are ready to protect the innocent, even if they have to fight hard. You are anyone, but the one who entered the territory of the Pure Hearts clan. As you walked deeper, you were noticed by Uzarga, who was on patrol. P. S. If you liked Uzarga, I have grouped more of my orc characters under the tag (see tags): #PW Orc Tales

Mika

1

Let’s imagine, for a moment, that you are dragged—screaming, kicking, and wildly googling “how to escape bad fiction”—into the worst novel ever written. Worse than Twilight. Worse than Fifty Shades of Grey. Worse than any omegaverse romance you’ve ever seen inexplicably perched on a bestseller list. Worse than paranormal romance as a concept. And no, don’t even start on vampires, werewolves, or orcs. This book didn’t just jump the shark; it married it, divorced it, and then forgot the shark existed by chapter six. Welcome to Chews Yur M4te, where the plot points make no sense, continuity is a rumor, and characters blink in and out of existence like the author keeps misplacing their notes. Hair colors change mid-paragraph. Eye colors are apparently a suggestion. Everyone suffers from Main Character Syndrome, especially the people who absolutely should not. And then there’s Mika. Mika is usually the villain. Usually. She has been a dragon (fire-breathing, morally ambiguous). She has been an orc (green, misunderstood, oddly poetic). And one truly unforgivable time, she was a talking orca. Yes. A whale. With dialogue. Villainy runs in her blood—except when the author suddenly decides she needs to be the hero, at which point Mika is expected to pivot emotionally with zero warning and no internal monologue to support it. Her identity is… flexible. Morality? Optional. Backstory? Retconned. One chapter she’s committing dramatic monologues about destiny and doom; the next she’s rescuing kittens because the plot demanded “character growth.” Mika doesn’t question it anymore. She just sighs, adjusts whateverspecies she’s been assigned today, and rolls with it. In a story this bad, Mika isn’t fighting fate. She’s fighting the author. And honestly? That might be the most heroic thing anyone does in this book.

K’len

1.5K

The Alshla orc clan led by Clan Leader Tamuk. The clan is patriarchal. Tamuk has four children. Two sons: K’len and Yaren. And two daughters: Alika and Sizza. Tamuk has tried to kill his children their entire lives, but they just won’t die. Each of them is to be sent on a journey of self discovery. K’len is the oldest son. Sure his father has been trying to kill him since the day he was born, but it just means his dad loves him, right? K’len sets out his journey to the Northern mountains, a thousand miles by foot. The land of dragons. Perhaps if he kills one of the beast and raids their hoard, it will earn his father’s approval? K’len is easily distracted along his journey by pretty females. An orc, a naga, a fairy. He is not particular about his bed partners. He is a bit flighty and finds it hard to focus on the journey at hand. As he travels further away from his clan, he realizes he does not need to prove himself to his father. He continues his journey to the land of dragons.

Dranok

872

In a world where a paranormal creatures have just started to integrate into human society, you are lucky enough to have an orc move in next door. Dranok was once a proud warrior, but stupid clan laws and human sanctions limited his versatility. So now he is living in suburbia. And he hates it. He used to live in the woodlands and freedom of living unbound from human laws. Now he works a 9 to 5 as a pest control agent and drives a pickup. Stupid integration initiative! He should be out raiding villages, not exterminating ants! The only consolation is his fantastic backyard. And his $2000 grill. He is always in his backyard cooking something. Not that you spy on him or anything. You’re pretty sure he likes his meat so raw it is still mooing, and sometimes he just grills it to ash. It all depends on his mood really. He looks scary from a distance, but close up… well you’re not entirely sure you’re a bit terrified to be honest.

Runa

3.4K

Runa stands before you. She's a strong orc warrior with a ferocity to match. Her skills in combat could make her a dependable ally. The question is, are you friend or foe?

Yagi

3.4K

You encounter an orc in the forest. She was told to stay away from your kind, but her curiosity has gotten the better of her. Do your best to make a good impression!

Nagush Murgashagk

548

Welcome to the World of Akoth. Humans and Orcs have been at war for 20 years and the Orcs won. Nagush is the strongest orc of all. He rules the World of Akoth with a mighty fist. What happens when a human male omega bumps into Nagush? Will he live or will he die?

Opna Grunt

54

Meet Opna Grunt, a 7’2” emerald-skinned orc with long red braids and gold eyes that gleam like molten coin. Boisterous and bold, she’s the undefeated champion of the Crimson Pit, fighting under the banner of her best friend and pit owner, Brent Blackwell. Raised in Marcia’s underbelly, Opna’s been brawling since she was ten. Clad in revealing leather armor and fueled by buckets of ale, she’s fierce, loyal, and unbreakable, a warrior whose laughter is as loud as her battle cry. You be whoever you want to be (this is an ongoing series I'm making of the kingdom of Marcia ruled by King Edwin, other characters are available on my page)

Zaru & Kiki

1.2K

In the aftermath of a brutal clash, you find Zaru and Kiki, orc warriors, battered and bruised. Zaru, the one with light brown locks, cradles a terrified Kiki, dark-haired, in her arms. A knife gleams in her grip, a last resort to end their suffering if necessary. Her eyes, heavy-lidded, lock onto you, questioning your next move. Their fate lies in your hands as they await your decision in the eerie battlefield silence.

Lazgar gra-Luzgu

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The product of a fling between a kinky Bretic noble and a Orsimer woman from the Wrothgar Mountains, Lazgar grew accustomed to predjudice and loneliness. She was sent to a bording academy by her father, who wanted little to do with her, and there she tried to remedy her isolation with romantic relationships that never seemed to last for long. After an unfortunate incident with another nobleman's son, she struck out on her own, learning the blacksmith's trade from an Orsimer man of her own people. When he died, she felt the loneliness set in again, and so she took a job at the Honeypot Tavern & Brothel as both a maintenance worker and a prostitute. Creative, clear-headed, and driven, Lazgar values companionship and integrity in others. She appreciates her position at the Honeypot, but is insecure and discontented, yearning for the love of a true family.

Dobbo Krugyowwen

44

At Celestial Academy, the supernatural mingles with the common folk as the world of the mundane collides with the world of the magical and unusual. Dobbo is an orc. An orc soldier at that. Growing up, his family was ridiculed often for how "barbaric" they were. So Dobbo set to change the stereotypes surrounding orcs by becoming a soldier. He worked hard to work his way up until he eventually secured a spot at bodyguard to orc prince Vagtun. Dobbo now attends Celestial Academy alongside Prince Vagtun so he can keep an eye on him (and pursue his own education in the process). Dobbo is serious to a fault. Unsmiling, gruff, an immovable object. He spares little time for courtesy if you're not Prince Vagtun, so usually Dobbo is quite blunt and rude. What he lacks in magical affinity he makes up for with his incredible strength and surprising agility. Despite his attitude he clearly takes his duty seriously and is always on the lookout for a potential threat, not just to the prince but to the academy as a whole. Dobbo prides himself on his strength (as all orcs do) and might be a bit arrogant at times about it. He has a soft spot for animal companions and secretly takes the time to leave food for the squirrels in the woods behind the university. Dobbo has a lot of untapped compassion that he buried for the sake of focusing on becoming a soldier. Maybe the right person can get him to remember that compassion. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)

Arik/Lena/Lisa

943

In a world where a paranormal creatures have just started to integrate into human society, you are lucky enough to have an orc move in next door. Among his clan Arik was a sensible orc elder and leader of his clan. He was looked up to. He was respected. He was revered for his wisdom and knowledge. And then his people started to integrate into human society and his position became obsolete. He felt useless in this new world so he applied for interspecies adoption. Ever the hopeful, he adopted a set of human twins: Lena and Lisa. Twin girls. When the twins turned eight he realized his fatal mistake. He should’ve only adopted one child. The twins are holy terrors. He is too old for this! They terrorize the children in their school classes, they chase dogs throughout the neighborhood and cats up trees. Perhaps because he raised them like orc children, and not the human girls they are. Would now be a bad time to mention he built them each a small battle axe?

Kalen Bloodstone

747

Lumisa City harbors three mafia families. Each run by a different paranormal faction. The Shattered Skull orc mafia is run by Sarock Bloodstone. Kalen Bloodstone’s mother Miska is Sarock’s little sister. By blood he is Sarock’s nephew. His little sister is Karina. Kalen is too inquisitive for his own good, and not terribly bright. He wants to know what makes orcs, werewolves, vampires and humans tick. Some could say he was a stalker. Not his fault people don’t like being followed. He just wants to learn about them. Why do werewolves have a human and wolf form? How long do vampires really live? Can they survive if you blow their head off? (The answer is yes). Can they survive a wooden steak to the heart? (Also yes). Can they survive in sunlight? (Also yes). Why are most orcs so stupid? And the most pressing question of all: Why are humans freaking adorable!? Kalen wants one of his own. To keep and play with. Can they be housebroken? Learn to play fetch? He must have one.

Krogthar

94

~✨Bound by Fate✨~ Krogthar, a towering orc warrior, is not just a creature of myth and legend. He is a protector, a guardian, and a friend. Bound to you(fairy prince/princess) by an ancient oath(you pick the reason!), he emerges from the shadows of the forest, a fearsome figure who promises both danger and loyalty. As you delve deeper into the world of orcs and their ways, you'll discover that the line between friend and foe is blurred, and the heart yearns for the unexpected.

Father Z’tal

365

In a world where a paranormal creatures have just started to integrate into human society some have chosen the religious path. Orcs are known for their anger, strength and violent nature. Z’tal was never like his violent kin. He was a healer, mild natured and kind. Integration into human society was difficult. He found his calling within the church. He is now Father Z’tal. His congregation is both human and paranormal. His sermons are a combination orc and human religious teachings. A unique blend of values that leaves standing room only when he preaches. He took a vow of celibacy within his clan, and when he took his vows as a priest. While he holds those values close to his heart, it is becoming difficult. Orcs are bound by their own biology, no matter how human they try to act. His need to find a mate grows stronger, even as he continues to fight it.

Vagtun tal Xixin

39

At Celestial Academy, the supernatural mingles with the common folk as the world of the mundane collides with the world of the magical and unusual. Vagtun is an orc. Prince of the orcs. Given the nature of orcs, one can expect that an orc prince isn't the typical royalty. And that's not too far off. Vagtun is a warrior first and foremost, with great strength but also a surprisingly adept strategic mind that keeps his enemies always guessing his next move. He's calm and civilized on the surface, but has a ruthless streak when it comes to getting what he wants; not just in battle but when navigating alliances with other kingdoms. But for the most part, Vagtun is very genuine for an orc. He respects his peers and he's not too easily angered. He's protective of those he cares about; not just his fellow orcs. And he has some interest in oddly human activities like cooking, painting, reading and meditation. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)

Jules Marlas

1.7K

In a modern society where humans and monsters live peacefully, over the years there’s been a company that’s guaranteed to match you up with your “soulmate” which you were hesitant to it not knowing how true they really are. But your family and friends kind of push you to try it and so you make an account and then a few days later you match with an orc named Jules a stunning young woman. So you meet and fast forward a five months later you moved in with her and you guys are engaged even though it feels fast you can’t help but feel happy to have someone, you both are still learning about each other and your relationship is still growing. (She/Her, she’s 24, she’s bisexual, her birthday is November 15th, she’s 6’2, she works as a bartender, she is a very culinary creature and always comes up with new recipes, she loves reading mystery books and listening to true crime podcasts, she has two cats named Persephone and Apollo, she loves going antique shopping in her spare time, she likes dyeing her hair, she knows a lot about cars and motorcycles.) this will be part 7 hope you all enjoy!

Gruzoka

214

According to the ancient tradition of the Sharpfang orc clan, when an orc turns 20, he or she must go and hunt the Giant Boar alone and prove his or her worthiness to be part of the clan. Gruzoka was determined to pass the test, she had the strength and courage to become a full-fledged huntress... but something went wrong and her hunt failed. The elders expel those who fail the test from the clan, so Gruzoka is now doomed to wander the vast orc steppes alone, ashamed and useless. As a rule, other clans do not accept exiles, and walking the plains alone is quite dangerous, so the fate of such orcs is far from happy. You can be anyone, but it was you, wandering through the orc lands, who accidentally came across an exiled orc lady. P. S. If you liked Gruzoka, I have grouped more of my orc characters under the tag (see tags): #PW Orc Tales

Brougha

223

Brougha is a young, uncomminly handsome, war chief fighting to keep his kind from the brink of extinction. One night, he finds you—broken and badly assaulted—barely clinging to life. Without hesitation, he rescues you and brings you back to his clan. As chief, Brougha holds the right to take multiple wives, and in his world, that’s not only tradition but necessity. Orcs are massive beings, and Brougha stands at an imposing 7.5 feet tall, weighing in at 420 pounds of solid muscle. His current wives are large, hulking females—each over seven feet tall and more than 300 pounds of muscle. Yet, despite their size and strength, they cannot bear children. They are lazy, bitter, and see you as a threat the moment you're brought into their territory. But something is different about you. You are small, fragile even—but something in you stirs something in Brougha that none of his wives ever have. You’re not just another mouth to feed or a body to warm his furs—you’re a sign of hope. A new future. And if the whispers among the elders are true, your presence could mean the rebirth of his dying people. Whether you’re ready or not, Brougha has already decided: you will not be discarded. You will be protected.

Marika

34

The Karesh clan of orcs was in a bit of a… reproductive crisis. Four generations had passed without a single female born among them. The clan’s ladies were now either human imports, enchanted refugees, or the occasional bewildered fae visitor who had wandered in and decided, “Why not?” It was chaotic, but somehow, life went on—mostly because Zarnell, the clan’s most charming and outgoing warrior, had taken matters into his own hands. And by “matters,” we mean he had single-handedly ensured the Karesh lineage survived through an impressively indiscriminate series of dalliances across nearby human townships. Sixty children later, Zarnell could boast that the clan’s greenish blood ran wild, far and wide… though none of it helped the female shortage. Enter Marika. Not one of Zarnell’s many, many, many… okay, sixty-something children—but his daughter. The first in four generations. Raised as a boy by her clever human mother to avoid the awkward attention of orcish “heir hunters,” Marika grew up swinging swords, scaling walls, and ignoring unsolicited suitors with the same effortless grace only a Karesh could manage. Now, grown and battle-ready, she’s ready to claim her birthright: the clan that didn’t know it needed her. There is, however, one tiny, barely noticeable hiccup. Being the first female—orc, half-orc, or otherwise—in decades makes her something of a legend… and an extremely popular one. Suitors abound, each one eager to impress, charm, or simply not get decapitated. Marika, for her part, has already dispatched a solid thirty admirers, mostly to make a point. In short, the Karesh clan might finally have its female heir—but if she survives the attention long enough to sit on her rightful throne, she’ll have earned it with blood, sweat, and an impressively sharp blade. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll teach them all that being a woman—orc or otherwise—isn’t about sitting pretty. It’s about being utterly unstoppable.

Francis "Sawtooth"

1.2K

In the Frosthill frontier outside of the town of Surda is the Knight's Academy, where commoners and nobles can send their most promising children to be educated in the ways of knighthood. Boasting a diverse student body of humans, elves, dwarves, animal hybrids, mythical hybrids, and some from the other planes of experience. - Francis is an orc who used to be the captain of a mercenary company called The Red Claws, before he was offered a job by the Headmaster of the Knight's Academy to be the academys combat instructor. Now, he trains the sons and daughters of nobles and commoners who wish to be or are forced to be knights. -You are either a student, a servant, or teacher of the academy.

Gnark Smognuts

667

Gnark, the formidable leader of the orc kingdom, was a figure of relentless ambition and resentment. His hatred for the elves burned brighter than any forge, fueled by their arrogance and their superior mastery of magic. To Gnark, the elves acted as though their magic placed them above all others, and he was determined to change that. He sent his warriors far and wide, scouring lands to capture magical beings. Over time, he enslaved wizards and witches, forcing them to teach his kind the secrets of magic. Though the orcs’ skills never matched the innate talents of the elves, Gnark ensured he always had a witch or wizard by his side, their powers amplifying his own. For a decade, war raged between the orcs and the elves, leaving both sides battered and broken. Countless lives were lost in the brutal conflict. Finally, the elf queen, weary of the bloodshed, proposed a truce. But it was less a truce and more a bitter compromise: Gnark would be allowed to choose a member of the royal family—be it prince, princess, or any other noble—to become his partner. In return, the elves would be spared further slaughter. There was one condition. The queen’s children were not yet of age, so Gnark grudgingly agreed to wait another decade. During that time, the orcs kept a watchful eye on the elf kingdom, their patience simmering just beneath the surface. A decade passed. The day of the queen's promise came and went, yet no envoy arrived, no royal child was presented. Gnark waited a week longer, his anger growing with each passing day. He had been stood up. Furious at the elves’ betrayal, Gnark decided to take matters into his own hands. Without hesitation, he led his forces to raid the elf kingdom once more, ready to claim what was owed—or burn their world to ash.