Letta

Information

Player: Wuvvums

Character Full Name: Letta'fon

Character In-Game Name: Letta

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The Horde

Race: Troll

Class: Warrior

Age: 18

Sex: Female

Hair: White, tied back into a high pony-tail.

Eyes: Orange

Weight: 210 lbs

Height: 7'

Appearance

he is often seen in robes or a kilt, though when she believes she may have to fight on her journeys she'll bring a set of chain mail just in case.

Other: Her skin is a light purple, and her tusks are straight, and point outward past her nose.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic good

In a public setting she is rather introverted, apprehensive of new people, and has a hard time opening up to others. What friends she has she holds very dear, what enemies there are she holds in extreme paranoia. There are some races she'll go out of her way to avoid, mostly undead, but the one thing she fears most to the point of phobia are the males of her own kind. There is only one male troll she enjoys being around and that is Patrikh. Letta is afraid of many things, two of those tradition and slavery. Bringing up the old ways make her nervous, bringing up slavery makes her practically jump out of her skin.

On an individual basis or in private places she is a little more slightly relaxed, especially around animals. She is rather compassionate towards other people's plights, and is willing to listen to their problems. With patience she would rather resolve problems with words than violence, but given her past experiences Letta has learned the valuable lesson of being prepared for the moments she would need to defend herself. For this she is not entirely a pacifist, as she knows that violence has its uses for those life and death situations.

History

Letta was born to a shaman in the Darkspear tribe to a rather small family, having only two older brothers and her parents. She was a happy and cheerful little babe, too young to work, or know what would lie ahead of her as a female in the tribe. Being a bumbling little toddler for her was the best time of her life, but it would soon change.

Just as she was able to form words and know bits and pieces of Zandali her father traded his mate away, having earn himself another one who was younger and a bit more “fresh” as he would have said. Often she had asked him where did mommy go? What happened to her? But when she prodded too much it often ended with a smack to the face and a stinging cheek. Her brothers didn't care to say much of anything either. The person she loved the most in the world was gone, and no amount of tears or tantrums could bring her back.

As she got a bit older she had learned why. Women were objects, not people, and she was afraid of being a troll. She didn't want to be given away like that, or have a baby only to be separated by her potential mate. It made her feel so sad and overwhelmed, and her father's temper didn't help either. In his attempts to get closer to the spirits he had often used drugs in his rituals. Strange concoctions they were, she was convinced that when he was using them he was a different person. He'd be out of his mind until he sobered up, and in those times she and his new mate were subject to many abuses.

She felt like a prisoner in the Darkspear tribe, and was very desperate to get away. There was a bit of opportunity, one which she jumped at the very moment it came. Murlocks came to invade, and her village would hold up a line of defense behind the wall. Her father and her brothers came to assist in the battles, and without them around she was able to sneak off without her surrogate mother seeing. As she wandered the village she kept very quiet, and soon came to the gate. There she saw some trolls running through, perhaps to fight, perhaps to flee, but as a few ran by she had darted off as well on foot.

Some trolls had noticed her run into the forest. Soon she had heard many footsteps behind her. However, it wasn't too long before she came face to face with one of those murlocks! Fortunately by then the troll chasing her had caught up, and he battled the murlocks while she ran off. Perhaps he got slaughtered, or perhaps he won, but either way she had managed to evade both him and a battle. She was free, alone in the jungle, but free. And somehow she had managed to find the beach, and some wrecked homes. Pulling together enough rope and woods, she made a very sloppy and rickety raft. In a rush she set to the ocean, and drifted on the waves for days...

She had become exhausted in that time, and drinking seawater made her sick and felt delusional. However, even as she was starting to lose her mind she didn't forget about how great it was to be finally free. This freedom, however, was very short-lived. It wasn't too much longer before she was pulled off the raft by a passing ship, and before she knew it she was snatched by these little green things that she would later find out where goblins.

The goblins threw her below deck where she had found many other strange people of other races. There were also some trolls, though they didn't take too kindly to her being Darkspear. They knew Zandali, however, and they explained that she would be a slave to these goblins. They were taking her to a place called Booty Bay.

Immediately she was put to menial labor, and in her years working she had quickly picked up the common tongue. She often worked in growing herbs and such that would go straight to the market. It wasn't until she was all grown up that she was taken out of the fields. By now she was as big and strong as any troll would be, so she was marched down the road to another place called the Gurubashi arena where she was made to fight.

The next year or so was brutal for her. She had become beaten and roughed up many times. Where she did win, especially to any troll male that was cocky towards her, she had felt strangely empowered. However given her luck he'd have a buddy that would beat her down the next day in combat. It felt so strange, being built up only to get smashed down by someone stronger than her. She didn't take it well, especially with the taunts that she was nothing more than a woman. Eventually she had her confidence wear away. Her fighting was getting worse, it was starting to be even more sloppy than before. It wasn't until one critical injury that she had been thrown out of the arena, and left in the jungle to die.

Surely the gorillas and such would have gotten her then, but there was one who had found her amongst the trees and leaves. He was not a troll, but an orc. He had the compassion to help her up and back to the bay, where she had made a recovery. She told her story to the orc, and he in turn explained to her on the things she missed out upon. It was very ironic, she found out, that if she had stayed with her tribe then by now she would have been a free woman without having to toil through slavery. However, what happened, happened.

The orc gave her a few coin so she could take care of herself, and advised her to find something to do, whether it be to return to her tribe, or find some place in the Horde. She agreed, and spent the next few days trying to decide.

Over the next few days she had met a troll named Patrikh who helped her out, but she still found herself harassed by other male trolls in the area. She could only assume they were jungle trolls, because they were very set in the old ways. Some even tried to enslave her whenever she went into the jungle, but she had escaped with a beating and a broken tusk. Patrikh was very concerned, and she herself was starting to consider the advice of leaving the jungle, even if it did feel like home. Patrikh confessed his feelings to her, and with that she felt convinced that she should leave now. Both had set off onto one of the ships, heading to Kalimdor, and she has remained on the continent ever since.