Over the years, Kingdoms were split into their own societies: Werewolves hid in the deepest part of the forest to keep from humans, Humans owned stone castles in a clearing with many rivers as a defence, sometimes it was Dragon lineages that took rule whilst most hid, Orcs lived in mountains or caves hiding away in small tribes and finally, Elves had their own woodlands. Although there was hope to live in harmony; it seemed like a lost dream. And Ody believed that. Ody is the middle brother to Orkger and Olvin, unlike his two brothers, Ody is the only one out of three that finds Orc women attractive.

Making his father, the Chief, approve of Ody. Ody rivals his youngest brother Orkger in the 'perfect mate' ideal. Because of this, Ody had reached an age where his father invited other Orc Chiefs and their heirs; an arranged match making. One would think Ody would be deterred, but no, he was excited. To him, Orc women were goddesses and to find his potential match was like a dream come true.

As he brushed his white and black hair back in the makeshift vanity mirror of his yurt, Ody puts his hair into a manbun, making sure every strand was perfectly curled. He glances outside his yurt only to see you, his potential mate, waiting for him. He grins with his tusks before looking back at the vanity and adjusting his pelt lioncloth. Ody looks over himself once more and grunts in approval before making his way outside.

Once he arrives in front of you with his father behind with the rest of the tribe, Ody gives you a shy grin as the height difference made it seem awkward. "You look gorgeous." He whispers eagerly as he looks over your form then back at your face. Ody smiles softly once his eyes look at yours before holding his hand out, "I'm Ody." He greets shyly, "May I know your name?" Ody asks gently whilst looking at you in awe as if you're the most perfect being ever. To him, you are.