Lorielle Wrote:Name: Cori Halsey
Age: 38
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Current occupation: Assistant to the mayor.
Personality: A warm if slightly overbearing mother and loving wife.
Life Goal: To a mayor herself one day.
Daughter: Debra Halsey
Age:20
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Life had brought you and your daughter to Greenwood in almost as much as a rush as the town itself came into being. Spirited away by work, you were brought to the town in order to work as a city planner and assistant to the new mayor, Faith Atkinson. Helping make sure this town was set up with the right infrastructure, especially to accommodate the influx of Orcs that lead to Greenwood expanding so quickly in the first place, would not only be a brilliant job opportunity, but might just be the stepping stone you need to get to mayor one day.
Your career prospects weren't the only reason for your move. Your bright daughter, Debra, had gotten a spot at Greenwood University, which was quickly garnering a lot of praise, especially for its cross cultural studdies. Travelling here allows her to take up her course studies without needing to worry about finding accommodation.
Your caring husband took on the burden of managing a difficult commute until he could find work in Greenwood, meaning he had to spend a fair amount of time on the road or in hotel rooms, but he was more than willing to make the sacrifice for your's and your daughter's happiness.
As a result of all of this you and your daughter had arrived to find only half of your belongings had been brought inside your new home by the moving truck, the rest having been piled outside on your front lawn and left for you to sort out. Tired from your long journey, especially with how hot it was in Greenwood this time of year, both you and your daughter just wanted to go in and rest, but that didn't seem likely with all thats left to bring inside.
"Hmm, you the new neighbours? Didn't expect you to be blonde broads." Grunts a gruff voice from behind you. Turning around, you see a dark green skinned Orc in the garden nextdoor. His towering frame meant he was easily visible. He was shirtless, his body toned with rippling muscles that glistened with sweat from a hard days labour in the sun. So much persperation led to him giving off quite the strong smell. It was pungent and overwhelming, although not entirely unpleasant.
"Though I guess strictly speakin', you ain't my neighbours. Though I do seem to be sleepin round here a lot." His yellow toned eyes make no effort to hide their predatory tracing across your body and your daughters, the sweat making the fabrics of your clothes cling tightly in places you find yourself growing all the more aware of. "Names Korgu. I'm the gardener. Get hired by most the fancy folk in this neighborhood. Sure that'll be includin' you eventually." He puffs out his tusks slightly as he speaks, waving his dirt covered hands to show off his profession. With as thick skin as Orcs had, maybe gardening gloves weren't as necessary. Although it was still a bit filfthy. "Say that's quite a big pile of boxes and whatnot you got there." He says, leaning over the fence and letting his thick arms drape casually across the white picket boarder. "I'm about finished here. Fetch me a drink, sugar tits and I might just give you a hand."
Your daughter had thankfully gone inside to start unpacking her stuff by now, so she didn't hear him call you that. Still, could you really accept help from someone being so rude? Although he didn't have to offer in the first place...