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Description
ahhh this is my submission to ! here's hoping this orc lady gets accepted!

Name|| Osara Twobone
Alias|| Ossie, Meat Daddy
Gender|| Female
Age|| 31
Height|Weight|| 8’2”, and about 500 pounds
Date of Birth|| 5/18
Sexual Orientation|| Pansexual, Panromantic

Race|| Orc
Job|| Butcher
Weapon|| Giant Cleaver. Y’know. For meat.
Weapon Duration|| ✸✸✸✸✸

Abilities

Madame Guillotine - Unless you wanna become Marie Antoinette, maybe move out of the way for this one. Osara leaps up high using those beefy thighs and comes crashing back down with her cleaver following suit. This ability requires a cooldown time of 10 minutes, and can be done three times maximum within a single encounter. All that jumping and crashing can sure be bad for the knees.
Running With Scissors - Have you ever wanted to see a charging bull holding a cleaver? No? Don’t be on the other end of this attack. Osara bursts forth in a short rush of speed, ready to give someone the strike of a lifetime. This move’s primary limitation is the briefness of her sprint, lasting perhaps 10 seconds before she tires out and needs resting time-- about 5 minutes.
Beefy in More Ways Than One - Due to her line of work and general jacked physique, Osara has remarkable physical strength and endurance. As a butcher, she needs to be capable of lugging around dead animals and large cuts of meat. Additionally, endurance is a must for when one's job is to cut animals, bone and all into smaller, more palatable pieces all day.

Residence|| She currently resides within the upper level of her butcher shop, in Du’rank.
Mynh|| 0

Personality

Despite what her resting bitch face and looming stature may imply, Osara is a rather friendly individual. Once approached, she’ll frequently joke, quip, and laugh her way through a conversation. Oftentimes, she’ll cook dinner for neighbors or friends, to be eaten together. She also likes using her burliness and strength for good. To her friends, she acts as a protective figure, and as a shield for both emotional and physical blows. She doesn’t particularly fear injury or ridicule, and Osara will accept both for a companion. In that vein, she is caring. She goes out of her way to aid those who might need her, and is sensitive and receptive to the emotions of those around her. If you need someone, she'll be nearby with a bandage or strong, optimal cuddling arms.

Additionally, she is a passionate, hard-working individual in all of her pursuits-- whether it be in her profession, her leisure activities and hobbies, or within her interpersonal relationships. She wakes up early every morning to prepare her storefront, and oftentimes stays up late paying visits to friends or slaving over a recipe.

Unfortunately, due to her massive size, she can be unintentionally destructive. Like a literal bull in a china shop, Osara on occasion lacks the carefulness and grace to avoid knocking things over or crushing them. At her worst, when provoked, she can display a nasty temper. Emotionally, she has strong durability. But, if the wrong nerve is struck, she can snap fiercely and without warning-- mostly in a physical sense. Osara has been known for intoxicated tavern brawls, and giving rude patrons to her shop a fierce smackdown. On that same note, she has a bit of a lack of self control. If she’s going to eat, she’s going to eat a lot. If she’s going to drink, she’s going to drink a lot. If she’s going to fight-- Well, you get it. When indulging in actions that are oftentimes not the best for herself, it’s difficult for Osara to smack her internal ‘off’ switch.

♥

Recreational exercise | Puppies/other small animals | Cooking | Drinking | Sharing meals

✘

Smacking her head on doorways | Unnecessary rudeness | Bugs | Cold weather

Background

Despite Osara’s mundane profession, her ventures into butchery left her the black sheep of the family. Her parents, Tarod and Bula, as well as her younger sister Zulhan, are all practitioners of a peculiar Orc sect of magic involving blood, guts, and weird drawn diagrams. From a young age, Osara showed minimal interest in practices that related to being a mage. Reading tomes or learning about special daggers or herbs bored her, and she greatly prefered roughhousing outside and getting into mischief. Her hobbies nearly all related to physicality and athleticism-- and definitely not magic. Tarod and Bula, though disappointed at first, soon accepted that it wasn't the end of the world if one daughter chose not to practice their craft and encouraged Osara to pursue a position in the military.

She became an Orc warrior at sixteen, and operated in the vanguard for most of her service, acting as a "tank". Like many Orcs, Osara naturally carried a fair amount of muscle in her. But, due to her physically active youth and exuberant willingness to train beyond the mandated amount, the training period of her service lead her to bulk up significantly-- enough that it would be foolish to not put her in a position that was, essentially, a sentient battering ram. She operated at the foremost of the war party, under orders to destroy as much as possible before the flanking forces arrived.

While she enjoyed fighting, running, and drilling, and wasn't half-bad at it either, she eventually became dissatisfied with the prospect of fighting forever until eventual death. Members of the vanguard, due to their lack of defense and high risk high reward style tactics, historically did not have the longest of life spans... Which forced her to contemplate how much time she may have left, should she continue to serve. There was more still she wanted to do.

Osara left the warrior life ten years into her service and traveled a bit with her sister before eventually settling herself down in Du'Rank-- charmed by its reputation for good fighters, and good, rowdy citizens.

It was here that she opened up a butcher shop, a business where her strength could be maintained, but not lead to her direct death, and a business that allowed her spare time to practice other hobbies and enjoy life more. Ever a family woman, Osara still remains in close contact with her family, and spends her non-work hours cooking, hanging out at the bar, or pummeling some punching bag to shreds.

Extra

TBD I’ll add these later

RP Methods

EST (Eastern Standard Time)
Paragraph Form
Skype or Discord
Headcanons always welcome! And adult content is fine

Description
ahhh this is my submission to ! here's hoping this orc lady gets accepted!

Name|| Osara Twobone
Alias|| Ossie, Meat Daddy
Gender|| Female
Age|| 31
Height|Weight|| 8’2”, and about 500 pounds
Date of Birth|| 5/18
Sexual Orientation|| Pansexual, Panromantic

Race|| Orc
Job|| Butcher
Weapon|| Giant Cleaver. Y’know. For meat.
Weapon Duration|| ✸✸✸✸✸

Abilities

Madame Guillotine - Unless you wanna become Marie Antoinette, maybe move out of the way for this one. Osara leaps up high using those beefy thighs and comes crashing back down with her cleaver following suit. This ability requires a cooldown time of 10 minutes, and can be done three times maximum within a single encounter. All that jumping and crashing can sure be bad for the knees.
Running With Scissors - Have you ever wanted to see a charging bull holding a cleaver? No? Don’t be on the other end of this attack. Osara bursts forth in a short rush of speed, ready to give someone the strike of a lifetime. This move’s primary limitation is the briefness of her sprint, lasting perhaps 10 seconds before she tires out and needs resting time-- about 5 minutes.
Beefy in More Ways Than One - Due to her line of work and general jacked physique, Osara has remarkable physical strength and endurance. As a butcher, she needs to be capable of lugging around dead animals and large cuts of meat. Additionally, endurance is a must for when one's job is to cut animals, bone and all into smaller, more palatable pieces all day.

Residence|| She currently resides within the upper level of her butcher shop, in Du’rank.
Mynh|| 0

Personality

Despite what her resting bitch face and looming stature may imply, Osara is a rather friendly individual. Once approached, she’ll frequently joke, quip, and laugh her way through a conversation. Oftentimes, she’ll cook dinner for neighbors or friends, to be eaten together. She also likes using her burliness and strength for good. To her friends, she acts as a protective figure, and as a shield for both emotional and physical blows. She doesn’t particularly fear injury or ridicule, and Osara will accept both for a companion. In that vein, she is caring. She goes out of her way to aid those who might need her, and is sensitive and receptive to the emotions of those around her. If you need someone, she'll be nearby with a bandage or strong, optimal cuddling arms.

Additionally, she is a passionate, hard-working individual in all of her pursuits-- whether it be in her profession, her leisure activities and hobbies, or within her interpersonal relationships. She wakes up early every morning to prepare her storefront, and oftentimes stays up late paying visits to friends or slaving over a recipe.

Unfortunately, due to her massive size, she can be unintentionally destructive. Like a literal bull in a china shop, Osara on occasion lacks the carefulness and grace to avoid knocking things over or crushing them. At her worst, when provoked, she can display a nasty temper. Emotionally, she has strong durability. But, if the wrong nerve is struck, she can snap fiercely and without warning-- mostly in a physical sense. Osara has been known for intoxicated tavern brawls, and giving rude patrons to her shop a fierce smackdown. On that same note, she has a bit of a lack of self control. If she’s going to eat, she’s going to eat a lot. If she’s going to drink, she’s going to drink a lot. If she’s going to fight-- Well, you get it. When indulging in actions that are oftentimes not the best for herself, it’s difficult for Osara to smack her internal ‘off’ switch.

♥

Recreational exercise | Puppies/other small animals | Cooking | Drinking | Sharing meals

✘

Smacking her head on doorways | Unnecessary rudeness | Bugs | Cold weather

Background

Despite Osara’s mundane profession, her ventures into butchery left her the black sheep of the family. Her parents, Tarod and Bula, as well as her younger sister Zulhan, are all practitioners of a peculiar Orc sect of magic involving blood, guts, and weird drawn diagrams. From a young age, Osara showed minimal interest in practices that related to being a mage. Reading tomes or learning about special daggers or herbs bored her, and she greatly prefered roughhousing outside and getting into mischief. Her hobbies nearly all related to physicality and athleticism-- and definitely not magic. Tarod and Bula, though disappointed at first, soon accepted that it wasn't the end of the world if one daughter chose not to practice their craft and encouraged Osara to pursue a position in the military.

She became an Orc warrior at sixteen, and operated in the vanguard for most of her service, acting as a "tank". Like many Orcs, Osara naturally carried a fair amount of muscle in her. But, due to her physically active youth and exuberant willingness to train beyond the mandated amount, the training period of her service lead her to bulk up significantly-- enough that it would be foolish to not put her in a position that was, essentially, a sentient battering ram. She operated at the foremost of the war party, under orders to destroy as much as possible before the flanking forces arrived.

While she enjoyed fighting, running, and drilling, and wasn't half-bad at it either, she eventually became dissatisfied with the prospect of fighting forever until eventual death. Members of the vanguard, due to their lack of defense and high risk high reward style tactics, historically did not have the longest of life spans... Which forced her to contemplate how much time she may have left, should she continue to serve. There was more still she wanted to do.

Osara left the warrior life ten years into her service and traveled a bit with her sister before eventually settling herself down in Du'Rank-- charmed by its reputation for good fighters, and good, rowdy citizens.

It was here that she opened up a butcher shop, a business where her strength could be maintained, but not lead to her direct death, and a business that allowed her spare time to practice other hobbies and enjoy life more. Ever a family woman, Osara still remains in close contact with her family, and spends her non-work hours cooking, hanging out at the bar, or pummeling some punching bag to shreds.

Extra

TBD I’ll add these later

RP Methods

EST (Eastern Standard Time)
Paragraph Form
Skype or Discord
Headcanons always welcome! And adult content is fine