Mufu

Name
Ashanka for her birth name, Stronghoof for her ceremony she got for reaching adulthood. Uses Mufu for dealing with outsiders. She is of the Ragetotem tribe and her family uses the surname Ragehoof.

Appearance
Mufu bears a slightly podgy but strong body with rugged red eyes and a white-striped muzzle making her look older then she really is. She has a bit of excess skin left on her body from when she was quite heftier. Her mane is gathered up by her ear holes in two stiff plaits that bend around and end in blunt knobs below her striped muzzle. For whatever reason, her outer ears are clearly missing and uneven at the base, as if removed slopilly. She can usually be found in black leather and not normally without a hat of some sort.

Her upper right arm and the right side of her face appears to of suffered horrific burns at some point. When she speaks her voice is deep, throaty and brings to mind someone past their young adult years but not necessarily old. Her right hand looks as if a chunk was bitten out of it between her finger and thumb.

Personality
Slighty dorky with a casual demeanor and playful sense of humour - when she's not around anyone important - Mufu is odd by tauren standards, and this usually shows in her sheer lack of tribal clothing and lack of stoic silence. She can be aloof and secretive at times, as shown in her extra name, but will open up after a while if given the time. She isn't against chatting with the other races and tries to avoid the Alliance and Horde conflict, but naturally some race and class combinations will put her off. Loves animals and cooking.

Occupation
Does the odd job or errand to afford feeding all those animals.

Family
Mekula Ragehoof (Fraternal twin sister), Mofal Ragehoof (Sister, deceased), Kohtaron (Father), Sarahlae Ragehoof (Mother), Arkaro Ragehoof (Step father), quite a few other siblings.

Pre-Horde
Mufu was born among several siblings, among a nomadic tribe of tauren in the Barrens like any other Shu'halo. She learned to love the hunt, the travel and the beasts growing up and learned much of her mother's cookings recipes. Growing up she noticed the odd looks she occasionally got from others, putting it down to how she resembled neither of her parents' features or colours. Her father giving her the cold shoulder confirmed her suspicions and left a sad longing in her for a father figure that was never really there.

She would sometimes compare her tendency to put on weight, dull red eyes and large horns to the limping podgy tauren Kohtaron, but nothing more. After all, she had healthy strong legs itching to get out there and explore and wasn't half as shy as he was. Either way he just watched her in silence or avoided her entirely.

As she was nearing the brink of adulthood, she gradually became friends with a mousy apologetic Shu'halo named Kahlee. The father of the frailer tauren girl became wary of how close they appeared to be at times and wandered if it would distract Kahlee from finding a mate to try and raise the dwindling Shu'halo population. In a fit of desperation and madness he hacked off Ashanka's ears as a warning. His intentions were rendered useless however as Kahlee died some months later from yet another centaur attack. Ashanka hated him deeply for mutilating her, but in time pitied him as he merely continued through his final days like a robot in his grief. Eventually his life was also claimed by the centaur following their next attack on the Ragetotem.

The Horde
When the tauren were on the brink of extinction, she began to wonder if she should just write her will and cease to bother fighting. They were losing more Shu'halo within a year then they were calving and she could count more people she had known then knew in her life. Then the orcs came, and with them renewed hope. She fought as valiantly as she could with a rifle from the orcs, daggers and hooves and eventually the tauren succeeded in driving back the centaur with their new allies. She looked to her father for a look of pride in his daughter, a warm smile of acceptance, anything - but despite her efforts he was just as cold as before. Bitterly, she left her family that remained residing in the Barrens to take in the change, the new Shu'halo settlements - and she found this appealed to her, even when it overhauled traditions. Despite her frequent wandering and exercise, her day-offs and love of food combined with her perceived lack of its scarcity within non-nomadic cultures and settlements got her putting on weight fast throughout the years.

Over time her contact with her siblings and parents became more sparse as the years went by, until gradually it dwindled into nothing. Though she missed them, she wondered how to speak up without being scolded or even rejected outright for having neglected to meet with them for so long. She pushed it to the back of her mind and went about her ways however she saw fit, traditional or not. It was during this time period that she officially took up the path of a huntress and gained her first pet used for combat she named Brinkerton, some gibberish word she decided was Orcish instead of something sounding properly Taurahe to celebrate their new allies in a way. The grumpy bright pink strider proved to be more brutal than he looked and he was a valuable ally throughout her travels.

She finally felt a sort of freedom she had been longing for, to be as atypical as she so desired without wondering if it made her look awkward or like she was stepping out of line before her elders - to be chatty rather then reserved, to remain in one place without worrying about the centaur finding her body to trample, to take note of these different lifestyles and see if they fit her, to find others that were different like her. Her speech grew less formal for hanging around the other races more often then her own kind, but at heart she was still a tauren and would not abandon what was taught to her of the Earthmother.

Though she would move around quite a bit and do her best to socialise with the new races, she found the Forsaken that joined the Horde in time creepy, horrifically unnatural (Even though she persisted in telling herself it wasn't of their choice) and pitiable on a good day. On a particularly bad day she couldn't stand the stench, the lack of hospitality, the various amoral practices that for all she knew were the tip of the iceberg (And were since she didn't stick around long enough to even know the Royal Apothecary Society existed) and how they seemed abominations inside and out. She lasted a week before gathering up her possessions and running as fast as she had in a long time to the zeppelin back to Durotar. She stayed drifting between orc and troll settlements for a long time afterwards.

The Burning Crusade
Ashanka was torn between feeling delighted and wary when she heard of the new allies the Horde were gaining. When it seemed their alliance was solidified and she had the time on her hands, she made her way over to the zeppelin and then the translocation orb, the first time she had entered the Undercity in quite some time. She still had hairs raising despite the fact she came across no other Forsaken within the ruined city of Lordaeron.

Upon entering she was taken aback by the sheer abundance of arcane magic, something that stank of corruption to her. She put her hooves up in the inns for some time, but found the only good thing about the place was the abundance of fancy food and the quality of living they possessed. Twelve cow jokes and an accidently-broken seat later and she was out exploring the woods within the same day, with a nice bag of cheese for her disgruntled avian companion.

Sadly, she thought, she found the woods to be more or less the same in terms of the arcane quantity. A few violent forest troll skirmishes, moments of getting lost and hunting later and she finally made it to Fairbreeze village with a Springpaw carcass slung over her shoulder. As she used up the body to the best of her ability like she was taught, she caught notice of the little butterfly-esque creatures flying in and out freely, and decided to purchase one from Jilanne for herself. She named the pinkish hatchling residing in her mane Petals and continued on her way after a while.

Some time later she accidently came across a panicking skull-faced Forsaken woman in horribly mismatched armour. After some time of trying to give the hysterical woman directions, feeling obliged to help the clueless creature and helping her work out just what to do in this 'life' with her memory shattered, the two managed to become friends.

Wrath of the Lich King
It was shortly before the Cataclysm that Ashanka suffered some serious burns from the elementals invading Orgrimmar.

Cataclysm
Her and Annie's uneasiness about the tremors within Azeroth proved to be true - along with the Barrens being ruptured, their old hut was destroyed. Having trekked north of Camp Taurajo mere days before the fact, she thanked the Earthmother she was still in one piece and nervously wandered on, surveying the damage, looking for survivors and trying to find a way home.

Family Background
The Ragehoof lineage were of the Ragetotem clan and derived their family name from their prowess in battle, crushing fallen centaur under hoof and otherwise using their hooves to their advantage. They consisted mainly of warriors trying to work out new ways to physically combat the centaur, with more of a violent streak in them and readiness to rush into war then your average tauren.

Criminal Record
Kicking an orc in the face after a disagreement in Orgrimmar.

She was under suspicion due to being seen trying to recruit for the Twilight's hammer and wearing their uniform, but she was pardoned after it came to light she was merely spying on them as requested to gain information, along with several others.

Brinkerton
A grumpy bright pink plainstrider. Ashanka believes him to possibly be an offshoot of Mazzranache, though he lacks the legendary venom. Will chase you to the ends of Azeroth if you steal his cheese.

Byzantium
A purply hyena tamed in the Thousand Needles. He seems to be quite tolerant of other beasts and prefers ducking and dodging over ripping out another's fur.

Petals
A red dragonhawk hatchling Ashanka purchased while travelling through Eversong, she has plans to use her as a fighting companion when she is old enough. In the meantime she hides safely out of harm's way in Ashanka's mane.

Nibbles
A young white kodo with a temperment similar to a puppy. Her family entrusted her to call it Owatak long ago but she found the name Nibbles stuck and neglected to mention the fact.

Current Status
Lives in Shattrah with her pets, close friend Annie and one of Annie's relatives she is trying to care for. Feels quite creeped out by the younger Forsaken already.