__________________QUICK STATSName: Tarroth Lennarien, surname courtesy of a friend
Age: Doesn't really keep track, probably in her forties.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual homoromantic, really doesn't consider men people, but good for satisfying her libido.
Species: Ogre
Ethnicity: Born in Adela, but isn't on any census and doesn't have any sense of national identity.
Height: Over nine feet tall
Occupation: Mercenary
Residence: Not really
__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description: Tarroth is a hulking mass of muscle, bound in thick green skin. She towers over most people and frequently has to stoop down to pass doorways. An experienced fighter, she usually wears heavy armour and carries her weapon everywhere.
musicPersonality: Spending time around her fellow mercenaries in Defenceless Old Ladies made Tarroth develop a curious brand of sexism best described as baffling misandry. While she considers men to be barely at the same level as animals, she views all the women in the world as fellow sisters she should do her best to help. It's very easy for a clever woman to take advantage of it and get her help for free.
Apart from this peculiar trait, she's pretty much a simple woman. She likes fighting, good food and having fun.
Magic/Abilities: - Resilience. Ogres are tough to begin with, but one armoured in heavy metal and trained in combat is very hard to kill.
- Ogre Physiology. Tarroth is immune to most diseases and several poisons that target humans. She is also significantly stronger and larger.
- Defensive Fighting Style. In order to best capitalize on her natural fortitude, she has developed a fighting style based on blocking and parrying enemy's blows. While she sometimes does get a blow in, most of the time she focuses on keeping the enemy's attention while her allies take advantage of it.
Relationships: - Her 'struggle sisters' from Defenceless Old Ladies
History: It all began with an ogre colony living in the village of Wicklow.
It was a good arrangement. Yeah, the travelers passing through found it weird, and there were always idiots who thought that ogres were going to eat the humans (As if! A chicken has more nutritional value!) and wanted to attack them. But it really worked for the people of Wicklow. They got good money from bridge tax because it's hard to try tax evasion when the enforcer is a towering colossus and has the muscle mass of a small platoon. They were never attacked by bandits, because most bandits were smart enough to pick their battles. And kids loved being swung around by strong giants who never got tired and didn't even notice when some of the smaller ones tried to climb them. A good solution.
Unlike some stupid scholars thought, ogres had no interest in kidnapping human females (or males, or those humans who preferred different labels). What's so appealing in a tiny skinny thing? No, they kept to themselves and kept their population reasonably stable. They lived side by side, mingling in society, but not in bed.
Tarroth was one of the many ogre kids born in Wicklow. Unlike the others, whom their parents managed to raise into stable people, she was never content in living in one simple village and was aching to get out and crack some skulls. Her chance soon arrived in the person of an army recruiter, seeking prospective soldiers. While his plan was to get humans, after some thought he was convinced that having a giant ogre smashing the enemies for him had potential.
Tarroth's stint in the army didn't last long. She didn't even make it to the barracks, as she got in a drunk fistfight with the recruiter. He didn't make it. She left and has been making a living ever since as a mercenary.
After a few years, she ended up with an all-female mercenary group with an ironic misnomer of Defenceless Old Ladies. Her new battle sisters ended up infecting her with their particular brand of misandry which was rather simple. Men were only useful for one thing (doesn't apply if you're a lesbian or asexual, then men are useless and have no right to exist) and fellow women were to be always aided. This philosophy has served them well.
Character Limitations: Considering her misandry, if you have a male character who tries to touch her without her permission, I will take it as you consenting to her chopping the offending limb off. Female characters doing stuff to her are more acceptable and not likely to get violence in response. Please don't have her do stuff without consulting me first.
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