Sramara

Name
Sramara "Mara Half-Orc" Tharmar

Physical Traits
Sramara's phsyical apperance, by Orcish standards, is odd to say the least. She is not like many other Orcish women, if anything she appears much more 'neat' or 'tidy' in apperance, she can even be seen as more appealing to the eye than other Orcish women. The differences are significant and noticable, the first of them being her build. Unlike others Orc she does not posses and overly muscular build, if anything she is rather slim with only a little muscle that allows her to have some form of strength should she have to rely on hand-to-hand combat.

Another noticable difference between herself and every day Orc females is her face. Orcs being known for their ferocious apperance makes Sramara's 'docile' or calm facial apperance seem quite the oddity. Her nose appears thinner, her brow not so pronounced and the very shape of head head gives Sramara an apperance crossed between Orc and Human.

Another strange thing about Sramara is her attire. Most Orcs couldnt care less for a few rips or tears, not phased by mud around their boots or stains on their armour. Sramara however appears to. Her clothing is tidy, neat, cleaned and hardly ever found to be dirty. She is even clean herself, rather than allow her hair to become knotted and full of an assortment of dust and twigs from trudging around the Barrens, Durotar and Stonetalon, Sramara keeps her hair clean and tidy.

All of these traits, differences between herself and the everyday Orc woman make Sramara quite odd, they frequently raise questions and even more often cause quite comments to be spoken behind her back. At times it even causes prejudice, prejudice however Sramara is more than capable of dealing with, brushing aside or simply ignoring.

Race and Class
Half-Orc Shaman

Guild
The Earthfury Clan

Occupation
Shaman

Earthfury Clansman

Family
Garrokar Tharmar - Father, Orc, Deceased

Reila Harren - Mother, Human, Deceased

Unlikly Lovers
Sramara is a child born from the union between unlikly lovers. Her father was an Orc both proud and honourable, yet alone. Her father was a wanderer, a warrior lost and left to wander the world striving to survive whilst avoiding the shackles of Humanity. For years he had done so, evading capture countless times yet he knew he could not go on forever slipping through Human fingers, his luck would eventualy run out. And it did.

One fateful night as Garrokar was about to set up camp within hills bordering Hillsbrad and the Hinterlands he was ambushed by a band of Human mercenaries. Defeat seemed inevitable as the Orc was caught off guard without armour or weapons, but he was not about to give up, not without a fight. The battle began and quikly two of the Mercenaries fell allready, Garrokar's hands alone more than capable of snapping and Human's neck with ease. Garrokar however was not to be the victor here, as an arrow tore into his shoulder, ripping through flesh and muscle and scraping bone as it tore through the joint. Garrokar saw he could not win this fight, the Human's wanted him alive to drag him to an interment camp but Garrokar refused to live and life as caged animal. Instead, he backed to the ledge from where his camp overlooked Hillsbrad, step off the brink and tumbled down the slope of the steep rocky hill to the river below.

It would be days before the wounded Orc awoke, his body battered and beaten from the fall yet alive. His eyes flutterd open, an odd smell filling his nostrils as he breathed deeply. Baked bread, cooked meat, fruits.. his stomach growled.

He rose slowly, vision blurred as he head both pounded and spun. He peered around at the blurred shapes, following his nose to the source of the smells that tortured his stomach so. Finding the origin, his vision cleared slightly to reveal a plate of cooked meat, a bowl of fresh cut fruit and a warm few slices of fresly baked bread. Paying no heed to his surroundings and answering the call of his stomach, Garrokar almost dove into the feast, wolfing down chunks of meat, bread and whole cuts of fruit. Far too hungry for chewing.

He froze however, when he sensed eyes upon him, dropping a slice of apple back into the bowl he snatched it from for him to slowly turn eyes and head towards the staring figure.

His heart skipped a beat.

She was Human, young, a woman in her early twenties. Garrokar felt a mixture of feelings as he looked upon her, fear at first as he suspected himself to be in one of the Human interment camps, yet he also felt somthing else.. somthing that scared him even further. Both figures found themselves in an arkwards silence, Garrokar's eyes observantly taking in the details of the Human's apperance. Her simple white blouse, the blue linen kilt, the honey coloured hair tied back into a pony tail that hung as far as her lower back.

The silence was broken eventualy, the Human moving forwards a step before she spoke.

"I.. removed the arrow from your shoulder, you were lucky i found you when i did.. you were near death."

Garrokar felt his heart skip a beat again, unsure wether the feeling in his gut was indegestion from the speed he devoured the food at the bed-side or somthing else. He cleared his throat with a grunt, shaking himself from his hypnotic trance to reply to the Human.

"Thank you.."

Garrokar could not think of what else he could say, turning his gaze back to the empty plate, the scraps of bread he had left and the partialy empty bowl with only a few segments of fruit remaining. The Human followed his gaze, a soft giggle leaving her as she spoke once more.

"I see you were hungry."

Garrokar once again looked to the girl as she spoke, the Orc finding himself curling his lips into a smirk as he nods, replying to her.

"Yes, thank you.. for the food. And again thank you for.. tending my wound. I am.. confused though, why have you done this? You tend to my wound, give me shelter, give me food whilst others would merely scream for the guards. Why?.."

The Human bows her head a moment, silent as the Orc questions her regarding her motives. Eventualy she lifted her head, her lips curled into a smile as she spoke her response.

"Orc or not, i could not stand to leave you by the riverside as you were.. you were wounded so very badly, groaning in agony. I couldn't just leave you to die or for a group of those thug mercenaries to drag you off the Durnholde."

Garrokar nodded at the girl, still confused by why she would help him. She put her life on the line to save him, he could have been merciless and blood thirsty like so many of his kind, he could have snapped her neck with a moments notice and fled before her body would be found. Yet when Garrokar looked upon her, these thoughts, these possibilities were all but washed away.

Rising from the bed, the woman was somewhat startled, she stepped back as the Orc rose from the bed to turn to her. Slowly, he walked towards her, the floorboards creaking in strain below him as his feet heavily trod against the floor. He stopped as the Human continued to back away, not wanting to cause her any panic. He bowed to her, lowering his head with respect as he spoke again.

"You saved my life Human, risking your own in the act. Know that Garrokar Tharmar is in your debt."

The Human calmed, curling another smile as she returned a bow to him, dipping her head down breifly to the Orc before she responded with her own introduction.

"A pleasure to meet you Garrokar, and as i said i could not have left you by the river in such a state. I am Reila, by the way, Reila Harren."

The Human, Reila, extended her hand to the Orc. Garrokar for a moment merely looking down somewhat confused before extending his own hand to take hers. Reila began to shake his hand, Garrokar curling a wide smile as he realised he had found himself in an all to popular Human greeting.

"The pleasure, Reila, is all mine."

Two days of recovery followed for Garrokar, days he spent hidden within Reila's bedroom. On several occasions he had tried to bargin with her, not wanting to steal her bed from her and explaining how the floor would be more than adequate for him. On several occasions however, she declined.

Garrokar felt so strange through the two days, he felt feelings he had never felt towards a Human before, they spoke about things he had never spoken about with a Human before, they laughed together when they joked and ate together when the sound of Garrokar's growling gut echoed through the bedroom.

All this time Garrokar felt somthing odd within him, a flutter within his fest he had never felt before. It felt nice, warm, only rose when he was near Reila yet at the same time it scared him. He did not know for sure what it was yet he had a hunch. When he looked upon this Human he did not see the enemy of his kind, he saw a woman, a woman he found beutiful in so many ways. And woman enthralled him with her very pressence, whos voice hypnotised him and soothed him, a woman he.. loved?

"No" He said to himself, as he sat there on the side of the bed, watching the sun slowly move across the floorboards as it rose in the dawn.

"No what?" Spoke Reila, standing at the doorway with a tray in hand. She stepped inside, placing the tray upon the table to reveal a plate. On one side, bacon, on the other eggs, a meal Garrokar was growing quite fond off. Garrokar looked to the food, and then to Reila, shaking his head at her as he spoke.

"Nothing, nevermind.. i was just daydreaming. This looks lovely by the way. Your quite the cook."

Reila beamed, her cheeks flushing a soft red as she dipped her head forwards to hide her blush. Garrokar looked with a smirk, looking down to the meal on the tray before him before picking it up. Shifting it from his left to his right he pat his large hand where the tray was, beckoning Reila to sit.

"Come, sit, i could use the company and i'd rather not have you stand there and watch me eat."

Reila looked up, nodding once before she moved to place herself by the Orc. Garrokar picked up his tray, placing the meal upon his lap. He began to eat, with knife and fork to, tools he was strungling to cope with. The ones he was given afterall being made for Human hands, not Orc.

"I think my wounds are healing, and my bruises are begining to fade. I will be able to go soon.."

Reila looked up, replying with a somewhat urgent tone.

"Your leaving?.."

Garrokar looked back with somewhat suprise, placing the bacon laden fork back down as he responded.

"Well.. yes. I can't really stay here can i? Hiding away inside this room."

Reila bowed her head, letting out a sigh as she spoke in a saddened tone, her hands fiddling with the fabric of her skirt.

"I suppose you speak the truth, i thought you would be staying longer thats all.. more time to recover rather than strain yourself. Are.. are you sure you can't stay a bit longer?"

Reila looked up to Garrokar, the Orc blinking a few times before turning his head down to stare upon the light cast by the sun through the window. He pondered a moment, speaking eventualy.

"I.. suppose i could stay a little longer. My wounds do still feel a little.. tender. But i'm sleeping on the floor now, i'm not keeping you from your bed any longer, okay?"

Reila smiled widely, nodding eagerly in agreement with Garrokar's 'demands'. The Orc smiled, going back to his meal, finally managed to take a mouthful of bacon he began to chew thoughtfully. She stopped suddenly however as he felt somthing upon his shoulder, looking to his left to find a sea of Reila's honey coloured hair as she rested her head upon his shoulder. Garrokar froze somewhat, feeling the flutter within him as well as somthing else, a feeling he in the past only felt for females of his own kin.

Then his heart skipped a beat as a realisation hit him with such a force the room for a moment span.

He was in love.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, Garrokar eventualy lost count of how long he had been living with Reila since she dragged him to her house herself. A feat he found quite impossible for such a harmless little thing, he was no small Orc afterall.

Garrokar was fully recovered now, his wounds healed over and his body back to is well state. Garrokar began to earn his stay now, helping Reila with chores around the house after a lengthy conversation where he pursuaded her into letting him do so. Tending to the Orange trees in her small garden, gathering lumber for the fire, moving objects otherwise to heavy for her to do herself, Garrokar had no qualms in helping her. Afterall, he owed her his life. And not only that, they had become close.

Garrokar's feelings for the Human had blossomed over the weeks that had passed, Reila's had done so in return. It was only a matter of time untill such feelings were shared and both of them learned the love both of them felt towards each other. Both of which were confused, purplexed, love between and Orc and a Human was strange at best. Two so very different people who had been enemies from the very begining, it was strange that one from either kind could feel love for each other.

Time continued to pass, the months that passed eventualy became years, two in total. In that time they became even closer, the aqquantices turned friends turned lovers had grown unseperable from the time they had spent together within the secluded little house of Reila's.

Reila, who which was now pregnant. Somthing with Garrokar reacted to with disbelief and joy, Reila was now carrying the Orc's child. Both of which were happy, they had grown so close to each other than it was inevitable that this would eventualy happen.

Time went on, eventualy the child was born, a Half-Orc girl that Garrokar and Reila proceeded to name.

Sramara.

Sramara, like her father, was to live as a secret. Forced to live within the house, to be educated within the house and forbbiden from the outside world. She obeyed her father, his honesty as he described the dangers of ruthless mercenary bands and wild dangerous beasts keeping her from ever daring to step outside.

And so Sramara spent her life within the house, growing up steadily. Birthday after birthday passed as the family lived its simple life alone and cut off from society. However, their peaceful tranquil life was not to last forever. Orcs were still hunted as they lived their lives, still hated and detested, not only that, but people began to notice the little secluded house. Began to notice how the once very sociable Reila had come to seal herself within the house.

Sramara was 16 when her father burst through the door of her bedroom to awaken her in the dead off night. He shook her quikly, trying and succeding to wake her from her slumber whilst urgently crying her name in a whisper.

"Sramara, Sramara, wake up. You must go, you must flee!"

Sramara woke slowly, groaning and rubbing her eyes before she looked to her father with suprise.

"Go, go where? What.. what is happening? Why do i hear yelling?.."

Sramara looked to the door as he heard voices down stairs. She could here her mother yelling towards three other voices, Human voices. She looked to her father for answers, she was scared, so much was made clear by the obvious terror in her eyes.

"No time! You must go.. quikly.. come now Sramara! I cannot risk them finding you!"

He moved to the window, opening it quikly before beckoning Sramara over.

"Its only a short way down, and the hay in the cart below will break your fall. Once you land.. run.. run Sramara and don't look back. Run to the hills."

She got up and hurried to the window, looking to her father as he picked her up to place her upon the windos edge. She clung however to his arms, shaking her head quikly as she refused to obey her father!

"No! No father! I can't.. if we have been discovered then we must fight! I.. i can help.. we can take them!"

A shimmer came from her fathers left eye, the tear trickling down his feet as he smiled. Pleased by his daughters bravery he knew he had raised a fine warrior much like himself. He shook his head however, placing a single kiss upon his daughters forhead.

"No, daughter. I cannot fight, i cannot risk loosing you.. or having you caged within Durnholde. Go, flee.. please."

Sramara refused once more, shaking her head defiantly yet eventualy submitting. She peered down upon the hay cart below before looking back with tear flooded eyes, she went to plead once more but her father swiftly denied her the chance.

"Go Sramara! NOW!"

She dropped won, landing in the hay of the cart below safely before bursting out. She broke into a run, sprinting as quikly as her feet could take her. All the time tears streamed down her cheeks as her father looked on from the window. His head bolted back as he heard Reila scream, the sound alone sending Garrokar into a rage as he burst through the door and charged down the stairs!

"REILA!"

His charge however was abruptly stop, the world around him going blank as his face met the front of a Lordaeron shield.

&lt;MORE TO COME&gt;

Background
Brief summary of family history.

Criminal Record
None

Current Status
Alive

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