a walking garbage compactor with an intense and endless apatite.

anything in front of them tends to end up in their toothy maw. garbage, corpses, living people and so on. from lowly grunts to mags and so on.

his skin is as tough as armor so he rarely needs to wear any, instead wearing cloth and plastic to pretend to wear such armor.

anything unfortunate enough to fall into their mouth (or were gabbed and shoved towards their mouth) will soon find themselves staring down a maw of jagged teeth and a breath so horrid that is paralyzes the victim.

those with a steady hand on their rifles will aim for their eyes. the weakest part of an orge.

those with a really sharp sword should have no issue cutting into their face..