Nashrath

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Player: valonforth

Character Full Name: Nashrath Ragetide of the Bleeding Hollow clan, daughter of Kazgal and Drimoth

Character In-Game Name: Nashrath

Nickname(s): Nash, orc brat, hey you

Association(s): Thrall's horde, Thrall himself (though she doesn't know him personally), her family, Darkspear Trolls, the Spirits

Race: Orc (fallen)

Class: Shaman

Skills and Abilities: She's pretty good at rock-climbing!

Age: 22

Sex: Female

Hair: Shaved off. If she's having a bad couple of days you might see violet stubble.

Eyes: Hazel, bloodshot.

Weight: 389 lbs - stocky build

Height: 6'3" - on the short side

Usual Garments/Armor: Maroon leather or harnesses. She also owns an Orgrimmar Guard uniform. Black onyx ring on her thumb, under gloves if she's wearing them.

Other: Her tusks are large and push her teeth together in the front; a few of them don't really line up correctly since they've grown in.

Personality

Alignment: True Neutral

Wary. Sarcastic. Cynical. Loud. There's not much of a filter between her brain and her mouth - she never stops with the smartass remarks. She will usually adjust her behavior depending on how the person she's speaking to is treating her, but will give people that can clearly beat her up much more slack for rudeness. On the other end of the spectrum, if she's pretty sure she can take you in a fight she is more inclined to push you around. She will be fairly disrespectful to authority figures that can't physically push her around and/or are not fellow shamans.

She seems to pride herself on being fairly intelligent and able to control her temper. The first is true, the second is not. True, she's more likely to attack someone verbally than throw a punch, but that doesn't mean she isn't belligerent and rude. There isn't much she likes about herself other than what she sees as setting her apart from the orcish stereotype. She would rather not have been born an orc, though she doesn't broadcast this - it comes out instead as being distrustful of her own kind and not terribly confident. The history of green-skinned orcs and of her family in particular is something she dwells on. Tauren are stronger, elves are more beautiful, trolls are more cunning, and none of those have been corrupted. She is very close to the Darkspear trolls of Sen'jin (and thinks Bom'bay is hilarious) and rather distant from both of her own parents for various reasons.

History

Nash was born on Azeroth, somewhere south of Stormwind. Her mother fled through the Dark Portal, and her father and sister were interned in Bellstadt internment camp. Though pregnancies were rare within the camps due to the lethargy, Nashrath's sister conceived within the walls. The orc community within the camp agreed that not only was a prison no place to start a family, but that the humans may well want the child killed as a form of population control. Several groups collaborated on an attempt to smuggle her out of the camp, but Nashrath's sister was shot and killed in the attempt.

It was only several years later that Thrall and the Warsong liberated the camp - the stark image of the shaman striding in to rescue them, sky and earth working in concert, is the primary reason Nashrath became a shaman herself when she came of age - and why she is rabidly devoted to Thrall to the present day.

She crossed the sea to Kalimdor and came of age in Durotar. She considers it beautiful, and her only home - she has never been to Outland, and all she remembers of the human lands are really unpleasant. She was close friends with the troll Iju'maa, but they have since parted ways. She maintains a hate and distrust of the Alliance, which for her includes - SHOULD include - elves and the undead. It doesn't matter if they've died, they are still the same humans of Lordaeron that guarded and maintained the camps. She does not advocate open war, but has no hesitation about defending the Horde's territory, and does not think there should be diplomacy between the factions. You leave us alone, we leave you alone. Or else.

For as long as she can remember she's had nightmares about a forest in darkness and a fountain of blood, cart wheels crushing bare bones beneath them, and of being confined in a black citadel under a green sky.