my senior port project this semester revolves around orcs in the 1920s
The speakeasy where the Orcs would often end their days, or begin them, depending on who you were.
This is the lady of the house, she runs the bar, and takes care of the backend of everything else. What she says goes, question it and it end in one of two ways: you change your mind, or you leave. Probably in a bag.
Silhouettes for the lady of the house.
These were some exploratory sketches trying to figure out what the boss man could potentially look like.