Malta

"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough."

= Vitals = Race: Tauren Sex: Female Age: 30 Height: Around 7ft Weight: None of your damn business! Mane: Black Pelt: Russet Brown Horns: Bone white with black tips Eyes: Brown Class: Hunter Professions: Herbalism/Skinning Guild: Blood Fist

= Appearance =

Despite my own personal delusions that I am a creature of unique stature and appearance, the simple truth is I am much like any other female of my race. I am curvy and comfy, with more to love, and quite frankly, I can't understand for the life of me why anyone would prefer those slinky, sleek, willowy "berry skins" as I like to call them. Damn bouncing, giggling idiots... I swear I just want to grab them by their perfect pink pointy ears and tie a knot in the... *coughs* But I digress. I look great in black, but mageweave makes my neck look fat. I prefer leather over lace, and less is more, if you catch my meaning. *winks* I hate dealing with my mane. I swear, if Lonetree would let me shear it off, I would. But, alas, he won't, so I'm stuck with this black rat's nest. I try braiding it, but I still get forelock in my eyes constantly. Not to mention the fact that the damn braids are always getting caught on my horns, my helm, my shoulders, Lonetree's twigs and berries... *grumbles* I also have to thank my parents for these lovely white scars across my muzzle. "A mark of courage and prowess," they said. "A right pain in the ass!" I say. People tend to stare at them, not my eyes. Unless of course their gaze wanders to a more... "ample"... view. *rolls eyes*

= Personality = I hate a crowd, but I love company. Give me a handful of close friends and guildmates, and I'm happy. I won't hesitate to jump on an opportunity to point out when you've made an ass of yourself, but I guarentee you'll laugh. If you don't... well to the ass end of Silithus with you then! I love greatly and hurt deeply. I am pretty good at faking a thick hide, but the truth of the matter is I'm as sensitive as a sunburn. I take great pride in my position in my guild, and I guard both it, and my mates with fierce loyalty. I have an uncanny knack for talking myself into trouble. Getting out of it however... I have been told, and grudgingly accept that I have little, if any, tact. I lack that little inner voice that tells us "NOOOOO!" I rarely keep my opinions and moods to myself. "Brazen" is a term people have used to describe me. Fair 'nuff. People can either enjoy my company, or be completely offended by my presence. My personal feelings - try to keep the people you want around happy... let the rest piss off as they will.

= History =

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter. = Comrades =