Vashii

Information

Player: Aruk

Character Full Name: Vashii'fon

Character In-Game Name: Vashii

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): None

Race: Troll

Class: Rogue

Age: 20

Sex: Female

Hair: Purple

Eyes: Red

Weight: 210.

Height: 7 foot 2 inch

Alignment: True Neutral

Appearance

Lightest leather possible.

Personality

Vashii is calm, and in coherence speaks in a similar voice and tone; For her, nothing is worth so much trouble as to raise her voice for example, or even look up at the target she speaks to. She's laid back and relaxed, liking her peace and drink, and preffering her solitude.

History

It's common knowledge Troll society treats women as nothing more then merchandise used to pleasure the men, and to use as objects of trade within the tribe and with other tribes; Vashii was born into such a society, being transferred from father's hands to the hands of her husband...in fact...a lot of husbands...Just as it should be.

Despite the many harems she was dragged in, Vashii wasn't much bothered by it all; Certainly there were more beautiful women in the harems the men would get their hands on, and Vashii, not too bad looking herself (by troll standards anyways) wasn't amongst the highest ranking, and that, and her easy going and silent disposition, kept her out of trouble.

Unfortunately, one of the men liked her temper, dragging her into a lot of trouble. Silent she may be, but every time the husband tried something, he was met with a lot of force. After some long grueling months, the man finally blew a fuse, taking to force. Vashii lost, and got out with a very painful body. Of course, that didn't stop her. For days she planed her revenge, finally picking a chance. As any man, he liked to sleep after a full stomach. Days before, Vashii prepared her poisons - Dipping a raptor claw into the poison, she planned on blaming the local wildlife for it - the trolls were prepared to believe anything if you put a little Loa in it...

The plan wen unhindered; Vashii dragged the corpse out, hoisting it out of the village. It would have all gone well and good, had one of the villagers not suspected something... Her husband would after supper (and a nap) depart for the neighbors for a drink and hunting story. For one reason or another, he didn't show up, so his friend went in to check on him.

Panic and alarm insued, as he found his friends body being dragged by Vashii! The first set of punishments was instantaneous - she was made a public example the very next morning. After several days of beating and degradation, Vashii was finally set before the elders, and with harsh warnings thrown out, never to return or die on the spot. The suffix 'fon was added to her name, and a note set on who she was, and to whom she previously belonged to.

A few years later, the news of a new nation rising reached her; The trolls united with the Orcs and Tauren to form the new Horde - and Thrall, a former slave to be it's new Warchief.

"...Wa'chief, eh?...'Got two words fo' 'im. Fuck you."

True enough, the tribes truly have changed, giving up the more gruesome aspect of their lives, and taking a change for the better, even discarding the twisted slavery. Vashii was of no such luck...she didn't even try to be. She flipped the finger to her own tribe a long time ago, and discarded them in a more suppler way, as they have her. For years, she took to the life of a mercenary, growing quite fond of it. She found no use for her emotions, digging them down nice and deep and locking them up tight. The highest bidder got the best job, and for a little extra price, the wanted one's head on their desk - all nice and shrunk.

To this day she follows that merry little path...and has no intentions of stopping.