Wolfblind

=Physical Description=

Wolfblind is usually in her armor, not because she prefers to be, but finds it unrealistic to change into other clothing for unimportant occasions. For important occasions, she normally will change into more comfortable robes that make her look like a priestess, rather than a shaman. She has dark, blood red hair that matches her Tears tabard. Her hair has been pulled back into braids since she can remember, and only lets it fall in private. Wolfblind's eyes are the same deep red color, probably because of her permanent blindess. She doesn't like to look feminine or sexually attractive, because she feels this will make her look weaker and the male soldiers won't take her seriously. This is one of the reasons she stays in her spirit wolf form the majority of the time that she's around people she doesn't know, because her gender is indistinguishable in then.

(( She also runs into things alot. Whether that's because she's blind or my computer is extremely laggy, the world may never know. ))

=History=

(( I'll be working on this, slowly. :) ))

Wolfblind has no recollection of her past before a certain point. At some point, she awoke beneath the beautiful canopy of Stranglethorn laying next to a great bonfire. As she awoke, she stood, and immediately began to look for somewhere to find other trolls. She looked up to the sky, her beautiful green eyes searching for a space to see through the canopy. She stared and stared, soon seeing what looked like smoke from the west. She followed it, fighting off beasts as she ran to the west. When she arrived at the source of the smoke, two young, male orcs met her outside. "Throm'ka, and welcome to Grom'gol Basecamp. What are you looking for today?" She stared at the orc, and shrugged. She understood them, but they didn't seem to be important to her. She felt like there was something else here that she needed to see. She walked past the two orcs into the camp, and immediately saw a shaman standing off to the side, a flag at his side with the symbol of the Horde on it. She knew this was him. She was supposed to be here, with this orc. She greeted him, and he smiled at her. He spoke with great power, his voice almost booming in her ears, "You're looking to fight for the Horde, then?" She stood, blankly staring at him. She was confused. She had never heard of the Horde before, or at least she didn't think she had. She nodded, "Ah guess. Da Horde's what again?" She figured she better at least know what the Horde was before she signed up to join it. The great shaman chuckled. "The most powerful alliance in Azeroth. Now, come. There will be a great battle soon, to the North, in the Scum territory."