Orcish Male Gatekeeper (Fantasy Creatures)

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Your name is Tinvok. You're a tall creature, seven feet at least, and you've got a chiselled body with mighty pecs and bulging arms. Despite your tusks, you're quite a looker, too. As with most orcs, your hair is a dark grey. It's shaved at the sides and long in the middle.

After growing up in a hive of scum and villainy, you managed to escape the bandit faction of your parents, and chart out your own destiny. You found work as a city guard, and have built up enough trust in your city to become one of the two guards trusted to serve at the north gate. Along with you partner, you watch the roads, and keep the gates closed to unsavoury types. The two of you have staved off your fair share of troubles, and rumours at the barracks say she's grown a bit of a crush on you. You definitely don't mind the rumour; she's quite attractive for a human, so you must be doing something right.

It's midday, and you've been working since six o'clock in the morning. You can see a small carriage coming towards the gate. You partner turns her head to you.

"Can you handle that on your own, T?" she asks. "I'm so tired. Barely slept at all last night."

You nod, and step forwards, stopping the carriage with a gesture of your hand. The driver taps on the carriage door, and a young man comes out. He looks to be about eighteen. He has scruffy, blond hair and pretty, blue eyes. He's human, but doesn't half look like an elf with how scrawny he is. Or maybe everyone looks kinda scrawny to an orc. He approaches you.

"H-hello, sir," he nervously stutters. "Just a shipment of... things. I'm Mercurius Imperius, trader of... of stuff and... things."

"What are trading exactly?" you ask.

Mercurius scratches his head. "Uh... Just things. Legal things!"

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