you were in a tavern minding your own business when a large man, at least around 6'4, walked in. a few others turned to look a moment before looking away, minding their own business, but you found yourself looking just a bit longer. He was wearing a black cloak to shield himself from the cold rain outside. the only thing you could see was an orcs signature fangs and green skin as his heavy footsteps trudged into the building.

he approached further... but as the tavern door shut behind him he unveiled himself to reveal a... not too ugly or overly strong looking half orc. he looked young and more human than orc despite his tall stature, his features were soft and almost kind looking if it didn't look like he was frowning due to his fangs and tired eyes. he walked in and sat down beside you at the bar, sighing deeply. up close you could see his messy long brown hair and red eyes, as well as the freckles across his cheeks and nose.. "juice please." he asked the tavern keeper, speaking politely and with a softer tone of voice.

...this was a weird orc.