Surola

Information

Player: Ronin

Character Full Name: Surola Plainsbreaker

Character In-Game Name: urola

Nickname(s): Surry, Dredge

Association(s): The Horde (Loose), Steamwheedle Cartel (as Merchandise), Venture Co. (Slave), other independent groups/parties (Slave)

Race: Tauren

Class: Warrior

Age: 84

Sex: Female

Hair: Her coat is a deep reddish-brown

Eyes: Crystal Blue

Weight: 498 lbs

Height: 8'0"

Appearance

Due to her forced upon occupation, Surola usually has little say in what she wears. There are times, though, that she's allowed to choose what she wears, in which case she likes nonrestrictive cloth and leather, usually the sort that leaves her skin largely exposed.

Other: Her body's littered with scars, some caused by wild animals, others by humanoid weaponry. She's virtually devoid of body fat, save where her feminine nature demands it cultivate, but has large, powerful muscles that show from under her short fur instead. She appears to have been made to live a dual life of physical combat and manual labor.

She seems to hold a few physical abnormalities, in the slightly odd bright hue of her eyes and the unnaturally long tail that drags across the ground when she's not minding it. She's also notably larger than most females of her kind, matching the average for males, and her bulky muscle mass could allow her to match them for physical prowess, no doubt.

Personality

Thanks to the events which transpired throughout her life, especially in the later years, Surola's a tendency to be antisocial, even by Tauren standards. She keeps to herself and tries not to speak unless spoken to, barring necessity. She tends to treat people and their social interactions with her as obstacles to overcome, thanks to her tribe's teachings and the reasoning in the years since being enslaved that she has reason to talk to someone, usually because they're giving her orders.

History

Surola was born to the nearly unheard of Sandwalker Tribe, a group known to roam from the Southern Barrens through Thousand Needles and the Shimmering Flats into the Tanaris desert. Her people, being of an incredibly small tribe, were fearful of being destroyed by Centaur and other forces, and of being absorbed into a larger tribe, thus losing their identity. However, this led to another issue the other tribes spoke of, potential inbreeding, since the Sandwalkers nearly refused any interaction with their kin. In truth, they cut off all interaction even before Surola came along.

Her life was difficult, for her tribe was very cautious of her. She had many physical abnormalities, ranging from her glaringly bright eye color to her unnaturally long tail, as well as her increased physical mass. Later in life, she would also learn she was barren, and could not produce offspring, though it is unclear if the abnormalities are related. They did aid her in some ways, however, giving her the strength to compete in hunting rite and ritualistic feats of strength with the males.

The tribe's children continued to appear unnatural, some less so than Surola, some far worse. The tibe's single shaman concluded that the solitude of the tribe was as likely to destroy them as their other stigmas, and so they chose to break their safe routines to seek out another tribe. This proved fatal, unfortunately, as the unnatural migration set them directly in the path of a Centaur clan unexpectedly, and in the resulting battle, the Sandwalkers were nearly wiped out. Surola and a few others managed to escape though, swiftly returning to the relative safety of the Tanaris desert. In the weeks that followed, most of the survivors died from starvation and dehydration. They were come upon by a band of Goblins who, seeing the tribe's tiny size and weakened state, decided they could turn a profit here. With embarrassing ease, the Sandwalkers were rounded and captured.

In the years that followed, Surola was separated from her tribesmen and traded over and over, her strength keeping her alive through situations that would have killed a lesser beast. Her mind grew sharper, too, as she struggled to survive the savagery and wit of other humanoid races which sought to use her for this or that. She experienced dozens of jobs, from gladiator to miner, farm hand, and so on. Situations arose that saw her place changed, from trade to disputes which ended in her master being slain, and thus she being taken as loot along with his other belongings, to natural disasters and circumstance that gave her a breath of freedom. Ever was she recaptured, though, her bulky metal anklet telling of her position as a slave which would lead to some money-seeking fool capturing and re-selling her, over and over.

Wars came and went during these times. the world expanded, and other races came to be known by all. Surola grew rather cunning in this time, her intellect shrewdly disguised by her mass and savage appearance, leading most to think her to be a beast with the intelligence of a pile of rocks. No matter what she was put through, though, she never let her spirit be broken, and to this day seeks a chance to escape this fate, to truly begin her life in this overcrowded world.