Waves

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Laetya Kyuutae

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INTRODUCTION

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"Mind if we skip the formalities so I can take a bath? I need to make up for all the time spent in Byda."


"As bad as the world can be at times, no one deserves the Pestilence."

[B A S I C S]
Nicknames: Cutie, should be pretty obvious where that came from.
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Race: Orc
Origin: Kyoshel’s capital city
Voice: She commands a crisp contralto, albeit closer to mezzo-soprano, with very precise enunciation. Despite years with mixed company her upbringing in one of the Great Houses is still unmistakable to other orcs, but her language has definitely become much more colorful. While not vulgar for the sake of obscenity, she does know how to toss in the occasional swear for color. Sample: Dragon sans filter. (thanks to Wudge for finding this)
Class: Reaper
Offensive/Defensive: Offensive
Magical Affinity: None.

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PHYSICALITY

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[A P P E A R A N C E]
Hair: Laetya’s hair is relatively short, never letting it fall below her shoulders because of the hazard long, flailing hair poses in the heat of battle. Such a hairstyle also facilitates grooming, a daily task she considers necessary, and as such a cheap, wooden comb can always be found on her person. While her hair is relatively thin and dry, at times being equated with straw, natural layers give the implication of body, especially as it grows longer.

Eyes: Startling emerald green, a rather rare phenotype amongst the orcs, mixed with a very calm, but intent, gaze. Her steely gaze is the most focused during times of crisis, having spent much time training her mental fortitude to turn stress into a positive force rather than a detriment. However, this does not mean her eyes are devoid of emotion, it’s just that on most occasions this light will be due to happiness or sorrow rather than fear or anger.

Complexion: A very intricate molting of grey and gold give Laetya a more human complexion from afar, especially when in darker environments, but in broad daylight the golden splotches give off a dim glow. While considered to be one of the least desirable complexions amongst the orcs, it has given her the advantage of blending in more easily amongst the humans and elves during her travels, especially in the bars and taverns she is wont to frequent where lights are dimmed and senses dulled.

Height: 6’ even, putting her at the far end of the spectrum in terms of orc height, but this has not made her immune to the occasional head-knocking doorway that other races love to build. She sometimes muses that humans and elves only started doing this after the embargo was lifted in an attempt to incapacitate orcs.

Build: While the “hourglass” shape associated with the effeminate is still obvious, Laetya has a soldier physique. Not quite wiry, but not all mass either, her definition can still put most humans to shame despite being considered “petite” for an orc.

Weight: 190 lbs

Body Markings: While not nearly as uptight as devout followers of the Faoryuun concerning tattoos and body piercings, Laetya has never felt the desire to permanently mark her body . . . yet.

[D E S C R I P T I O N]
Full-fledged smiles are not uncommon for Laetya, but in all honesty they aren’t to be expected either. Slight smirks crossing her strong, earnest face, and complementing her less than plump lips are much more natural, and the occasional smug look of self-assuredness feels more than welcome as well. Not to say that she doesn’t enjoy smiling, but the act itself feels forced and unnatural more often than not. As such the soft skin on her face has fared very well throughout the years, with nary a wrinkle to be seen. The years outside of Kyoshel have noticeably softened her physical demeanor, having lost much of the rigor and statuesque stature of most orcs, especially those bred in the nobility. Paradoxically enough, while her body appears relaxed and open to the common passerby, the trained eye can discern the readiness pervading from her every fiber.

Despite popular belief to the contrary, physical hygiene is still very important to Laetya, and she sometimes takes great pains to make this fact clear in case she runs across any orcs who have not been banished from the homeland. She does her best to, at the least, wash herself with a rag and bucket of water every day, but she will bathe in a body of water whenever possible to make up for lost occasions. This might have been one of the more difficult adjustments after leaving Kyoshel, taking for granted to public baths that are so common in the orcish homelands, especially in the human kingdoms where daily bathing is sometimes spoken of as unhealthy. Combing her hair is something Laetya considers especially important, doing so twice daily when possible to remove any knots and tangles from her hair.

When reasonable, Laetya will be found wearing light apparel for the sake of comfort and utility, as opposed to heavier clothing traditionally worn by those from noble families. Humans have used to phrase “touchy-feely” to describe her, and while this is not altogether true, neither is it far off the mark. Personal space is practically a moot point for Laetya, and as such she has no problems being within an inch of another individual, even if there is plenty of room to be had. The misunderstanding here is with her amicability with camaraderie amongst men, especially fellow soldiers. This former noble warrior found the general tension between sexes amidst the human world fairly disconcerting at first, but by now has compensated with this cultural difference.

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Moral Alignment CHAOTIC COMPASSIONATE.

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MENTALITY

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[P E R S O N A L I T Y]
Laetya lacks the overbearing self-confidence that accompanies most orcs residing in Kyoshel, and at times this lack of confidence is more than apparent, however it is not crippling. This is, in part, due to the lack of self-righteousness that comes from strict adherence to the Faoryuun, but also from experience gained since leaving her homeland. She has seen enough of Tegea to know that being the absolute best at something is more a result of happenstance than anything else, and that pure luck could very well be the downfall of the mighty.

While she may lack self-confidence, she most definitely permeates an aura of assuredness to those around her, which comes especially in handy given she has a tendency to jump into risky situations head first. Setback and failure has only increased her willingness to gamble on a whim and act instinctively to seize the moment. True enough though, her gut instincts are not always right, but she has learned the hard way that playing by the book can have catastrophic consequences outside Kyoshel.

[F E A R S]

• One of her greatest fears is having her freedom taken away. The idea of going back to a lifestyle where every step is dictated by someone else’s arbitrary machinations is utterly terrifying to her. She had thought living in Kyoshel had been the epitome of imprisonment, but a rather unfortunate incident in Airedale showed her the error in her reasoning. Despite her orcish pride this is a rather soft-spot in her experiences since leaving her homeland, and as such she most likely won’t bring it up in light conversation.

[Q U I R K S]

• Laetya loves to bathe, in fact it’s one of her favorite past times, and she will more than happily strip naked and dive into the first river or lake she finds to cleanse the filth and grime away, regardless of who’s around to see.
• You’d be hard-pressed to find a time when Laetya doesn’t have her sketchbook handy just in case something pops up. Whether it’s a particular scene, an individual’s portrait, or the depiction of some fascinating creature she’s encountered in her journeys there’s always something she wants to jot down. She doesn’t have the best memory, but at the least she can recall the tiniest details of a new addition until it’s completed.
• Did you realize that alcohol is the best invention on the planet? If you’ve discussed anything related to alcohol with Laetya you would know this by now. Of course we’re not talking about that sissy, elven swill or the fruity wine human nobles tend to drink (don’t mention the cheap wines poorer humans brought about), no we’re talking about pure Byda firewater. Whoever made that deserves a medal in her book. Any establishment serving this drink better have a sizeable amount in storage.
• While she has always been open-minded about meeting other races without prejudice, humans from Airedale can fuck off. The short experience she had there was nearly enough to cripple her belief in the goodness of humanity. Any human from the region would do well to tip-toe around and stay on her good side. She understands that not all humans are bad, and has met many whom she trusts unquestionably, but there is almost always a nagging doubt in the back of her mind now when meeting a new human for the first time.

[E T H I C | V A L U E S]
Laetya prefers to do what’s right over what’s best, at least in so far as she considers what’s right. While murder isn’t on her list of “accepted daily tasks,” there are times when the situation is unavoidable. Playing the part of holier-than-though warrior is something she could care less about, especially during her travels in the human kingdoms. She has been known to strike while the iron is hot if you know what I mean.

[A G E N D A]

She wants to help stop the Pestilence, all the evil in the world doesn’t justify the loss of so much good that might overcome it one day. Plus, there’s a chance she might be able to visit Kyoshel again, though she’s not quite sure what she thinks of that yet.

[L I K E S]

• Drawing- Recall how orcs have the finest art of all the races? Turns out Laetya was given quite a substantial education in the arts as a child, and in particular she developed quite the skill-set in terms of sketching, drawing, and painting. While her abilities are almost purely technical they have proved most valuable during the past few years.
  
• Flirting - Laetya has been around the block enough to know what she likes and feels more than comfortable going after it. Men or women, they’re both great fun in the sack. She’s a bit picky though, human and elven men just can’t seem to put in the work like orcish men, or women for that matter, can. Women of all races are more than welcome in her sheets, though she does tend to be a bit picker with them than men.
• Liquor- While Bydan Firewater is her favorite, but she's more than ready to drink most of what's dropped in front of her.

[D I S L I K E S]

• Tight Spaces- The idea of having her freedom restricted, even just the freedom of movement, is pretty damn terrifying for her. Honestly, she might be borderline claustrophobic.
  
• Elven Liquor- Please, that swill is practically fruit juice made for children.
• Worms – Well any small, limp, dangly creature that wiggles around. They remind her too much of human and elven men, poor souls.
• Mages – Fuck those guys, she’s seen what this magic nonsense can do and wants nothing to do with it.

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PROWESS

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[N A T U R A L | T A L E N T]

• Drawing: [Strong] - ★★★★★☆ Sure, she has a lot of technical knowledge when it comes to her sketches, but you can’t expect it to have come to this without some raw ability to do so.
• Raw Might: [Strong] - ★★★★★☆ Ok, she’s a hell of a lot stronger than most humans and elves, especially those of the same stature, but she’s nothing special among the orcs. (+1 from Nidhogg battle)
• Instinct: [Average] - ★★★☆☆☆ Laetya likes to think that her instincts are pretty sharp, and they tend to pay off most of the time, but when she’s wrong it tends to go much worse than when she’s right.
  
  [C L A S S | S K I L L S]
  
  • Qundo’Hae: [Excellent] - ★★★★★★ Laetya has been training with Qundo since she was a child, and switching out for light armor has made her that much more dangerous with it.
    
  • Weapon Variety: [Poor] - ★★☆☆☆☆ Master of the Qundo, but put much else in her hand and her technique will fall noticeably short.
  
  [W E A K N E S S E S]
  
  • Weak Link: Laetya despises the chain of command, because in most cases the head of the chain is some incompetent fool whose mommy bought their position. Not to say all leaders like this aren’t worthy of being followed, but she’ll be damned if she has to listen to some pampered brat tell her what’s best in battle or question her instincts.
  • Impatient: Despite the cool expression slapped across her face the majority of the time, this lady dislikes waiting around for something to happen. Early bird gets the worm if you know what I mean.
  • Soft Spot: Remember the “what’s right over what’s best” bit from before? Better believe that can be a major liability when it comes to combat. This mixed with the previous two can be a dangerous combination, in fact enough so to get one banished from Kyoshel.
  • Armor Deficient: While the Qundo (see below) is an amazing weapon for smashing all manner of things, the drawback is that to use it as effectively as she does Laetya has to forego heavier armor. It’s never been much of a problem, but close quarters combat happens and that’s when things tend to get hairy.
  
  

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  ARMAMENT
  

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  [A R M O R]
  Laetya gave up “safety” for speed shortly after being banished from her homeland. While she has had to adapt her armor based upon the region, her most recent travels in Byda have found her with the lightest armor set she has had yet. A thin steel breast plate, strapped over a leather girdle, is all that protects her torso from harm. Her leggings are slightly better off, with a steel skirt dropping to her knees and steel plates covering both her shins and feet, but still this is nothing compared to typical orcish armor.
  
  [C L O T H I N G]
  Her recent travels in Byda have left this orc with a preference to lighter garments of sandier tones that strangely complement her oddball complexion, especially during the evening. To be honest, most of the clothing she’s acquired recently is what one might find on a harem girl, so it’s a might bit on the fleshier side of things.
  
  [I T E M S]
  A medium sized rucksack with various odds and ends someone traveling might need, but the especially important item is her sketch-book, tucked deep at the bottom and wrapped in cloth to help protect it from wear and tear. This also doubles and as pillow, mainly to keep her drawings safe.
  
  [T O K E N S]
  A rather worn necklace that might seem odd to humans and elves, but orcs would most likely notice a family crest, and if they were sharp they could tell it was from House Kyuutae.
  
  [P R I M A R Y | W E A P O N]
  Weapon Name: Qundo
  Weapon Type: Club
  Length: 6 ft
  Weight: Very heavy
  Origin: This Qundo was a gift from her father when she became Naksu, but there’s nothing very special about the weapon itself. It’s not one of those passed down through the generations, no that one went to her older brother, but being a solid piece of hardened steel it’s held up fairly well. Most humans tend to underestimate how quickly she can wield this weapon with deadly precision.
  
  [O T H E R | W E A P O N S]
  Weapon Type: Short sword
  Length: 3 ft
  Weight: Heavy
  Origin: The good old standby for orcish soldiers, this one’s been with her since she started serving at 20 and some tender love and care has kept it around this long.
  
  

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  BACKGROUND
  

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  [M A R I T A L | S T A T U S]
  Single and ready to mingle.
  
  [F A M I L Y | T I E S]
  
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  | Father - Tongbaten| [ 100 ]
  The early death of her mother meant that the burden of childbearing fell upon her father’s hands, and her brother’s to a lesser extent but in most cases they were side by side when she was young. Being a member of the Oligarchy meant he couldn’t spend every waking moment with his children, but the time he did spend with them felt special enough for her.
  
  
  | Mother - Talyuuenne| [ -20 ]
  Her mother died giving birth to her. While she should not feel one way or the other because of this there’s always a constant doubt in the back of her mind now. Laetya feels that this death might have been due to weakness on her mother’s part.
  
  
  | Brother - Qundae| [ 60 ]
  They didn’t part ways on the best of terms, her brother wanting to act like the high and mighty heir of the family that he is. She knows he wants the best for her, too bad he doesn’t know what’s right for her. Despite this slight setback she still loves the bastard. Yes, the Qundo are that important to their family heritage that her brother’s named is derived from the weapon’s name, he knows this.
  
  [O C C U P A T I O N]
  She hasn’t really had any single occupation since leaving Kyoshel and heading out on her own. Mercenary, bounty hunter, bodyguard, hell most things related to fighting or soldiering are her bread and butter, and you’d be surprised how many shady types jump at the opportunity of having a previous Naksu on their side. She’s sold a few sketches here and there, mainly to hunters looking for exotic game, and even smuggled a few goods on occasion. One particularly bad point in the past few years she even considered working in a brothel for a little while, but the pay would have been atrocious considering she’s an orc.
  
  [S O C I A L | R A N K]
  Well to be fair it’s not all that bad in the human kingdoms considering how much money she can get her hands on just by soldiering alone, but in other places she’s pretty damn low on the totem pole. Elves have the worst superiority complex imaginable, so anything not elf might as well be trash in their society. As a reaper she has no place in orc society itself, so “rank” isn’t even a factor here.
  
  [O P I N I O N S]
  
  • Humans: Humans seem like what orcs would be without the Faoryuun, and quite frankly it’s terrifying. The vast majority of the creatures have absolutely no concept of balance in life, and the idea that greed is practically an idealized trait is incomprehensible. That said, there are some very good humans that she’s met in her travels, but some of the worst scum of Tegea hail from Airedale. The independence to be had in human kingdoms is incomparable though, at least some compensation for how terrible life can be there.
  • Elves: Laetya’s first thought about Elves is that they are what orcs would be if they dropped all concept of individuality from the Faoryuun. Their society seems more akin to a delicate toy, like the fancy ones the wealthier human children play with, but operates like a well-structured machine. The oppressive structure of society leaves much to be desired though, as their lives are practically chosen for them from the start. Don’t even mention the shit liquor and terrible food.
  • Orcs: Orcs are great, and for the most part their society is a happy balance between the independence of humans and tightly structured elves, but the Faoryuun is just a little much to handle sometimes. The thought of returning home has crossed her mind more than once, and to be fair Laetya has no clue what she would do if actually confronted with the choice.
  
  [R E L A T I O N S]
  
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  | O r c B r o | [ 86 ]
  He reminds Laetya of her brother . . . well a much smaller version of her brother. It’s been a long time since they’ve spoken to one another, and back then he always seemed like he had a stick up his ass, but most orcs tend to be like that anyway. As long as he doesn’t try and “defend her purity” like back when they were younger she may like him more. She's rather pleased with seeing family again after all these years. Yea, that's right she still has shoulders, squirm at their awesome power.
  
  
  | A d r i e l | [ 7 ]
  Pretty smug if you ask her, so not necessarily at the top of her list yet.
  
  
  | G r e t c h e n | [ -18 ]
  Something bugs Laetya about this lady, she just looks like someone who would toss you to the buzzards given half a chance, plus she stinks.
  
  
  | T a n e| [ 12 ]
  Big human. Seems gentle enough despite the rough exterior.
  
  
  | K i r | [ 2 ]

Seriously, why all the humans?!?!? Plus, this one makes Gretchen look like a formidable beast, which is saying quite a bit.

| E z r a | [ 51 ]

He's a filthy, magic-wielding human from Airedale of all places! Besides that, the two spent some time together in the past, and all in all he's not so bad. Easy does good things, even if they're for all the wrong reasons, but he's a damned good fighter and plenty of fun to be around. Reverse sparrowtail WHAT? Honestly, she has no clue how Wormy comes up with this nonsense.

| B e r l i o z | [ 7 ]

Another human? Oh no, don't look at her like that . . . and don't look at her Qundo like that either! Higoht, please, remember that the Gathering needs everyone that will come, you can't kill him for looking at her like that . . . well not yet anyway.

| A r a y e l | [ 38 ]

Oh my . . . well hello to you too. Care for a drink?

| G u l f i m | [ 100 ]

This is definitely a shocker, little Gulfim Gragba is here and all grown up too! Sure she was more or less forced to be around her when they were children, yet another one of her father's ploys to try and keep her out of trouble, but the little tyke was just too precious as a child. So young and innocent, always asking some question or another, of course it doesn't look like much has changed. Hmm, now that she's thinking about it she wonders how Belfor is doing as well, their sparring sessions were always so much fun. Easy, don't you dare think about it! Higoht won't have time to kill you if you keep up like this.

| A u r e l i t h | [ 26 ]

I mean . . . the girl looks like a strong breeze could break her in half, plus she always tries to scoot away from Laetya when the two are speaking with one another. Almost like she doesn't like being close to people or some such nonsense.

| I l l e r e n | [ 16 ]

To be fair the guy acts like a five year old, and not just ANY five year old, but a HUMAN five year old at that. Plus, while she doesn't really care if people get a good look at her while bathing she's pretty sure someone's practically stalking her baths, and this just might be the guy. Well him or Easy, in which case she needs to kick Easy's ass the next time she sees him.

| V a s h a | [ 17 ]

A little on the mechanical side for Laetya's tastes, but looks to be a lean, mean fighter she would like to have on her side, plus the fellow likes to put on a mean drunk when given the opportunity.

| K i s k e | [ 0 ]

Creepy fucker, and that's about as far as she cares to go with her thoughts on the harlequin human.
[B I O | H I S T O R Y]

Laetya Kyuutae was born to one of the Great Houses of Kyoshel, and as such her life was, well supposed to be in retrospect, planned from the get-go. Learn an art, become Naksu, maybe even Champion, marry a suitable male from one of the other Great Houses, and have children. Not much else is expected from a daughter of one of these houses, of course things started veering off track rather quickly. As her brother was heir to the house, life was a bit more lenient for her, and supposedly her loving father doted on her more than he should have. He didn’t have THAT much time to be around them, but maybe this is where things “went wrong” according to the Faoryuun. Supposedly it was a lack of “obedience training” that steered her into banishment.

Always an inquisitive child, Laetya was constantly finding herself in trouble of some sort or the other when curiosity would strike, and she was almost never content with simple answers to the multitude of questions she always had. This prompted her father to begin having her schooled at a much younger age than usual. Unlike most orcs though, the Kyuutae have a long-standing tradition of family tutoring in terms of warfare, instead of sending their children to masters as is customary. So at 4 years old her father began training her in the art of Qundo’Hae alongside her brother. When it seemed like she still had too much time on her hand an arts tutor began visiting to ascertain her capabilities in these areas.

Honestly, there’s not much more to her early life than that. Just busy days and busy nights that, mostly, kept her out of trouble and following the Faoryuun faithfully. It was also so stifling though, and even as a young child she felt the desire to get out and explore, to find out what more there was to everything. The wall might have been her single greatest enemy as a child, standing there looking down on everyone in Kyoshel, closing them off from the outside world. That made her position in the military that much sweeter once she turned 20 and her time to serve in the military came up.

Undoubtedly her father’s doing, Laetya was placed on the wall. Her first day might have been one of the most glorious moments of her younger years. Standing there on the mighty wall, she felt like she was on top of the world, and so much more had been opened up, there was so much more to see outside of Kyoshel. If only there was some way to go out and experience it. That was much of her life for the next three years, patrolling the wall day by day, daydreaming of what life would be like outside. Then, it happened, something no orc thought would happen, it was decided that the wall would come down, and with it the embargo!

To be fair, there are, debatably, three events worth discussing in some detail from here out. Leaving Kyoshel, the event in Airedale, and coming to the Serpent’s Gathering. There are some more important details than others, so don’t bitch if all the beans are spilled about one and not another, ask her yourself if you’re so interested.

A few months after the wall came down, there were reports of smoke coming from one of the more remote villages on the outskirts of Kyoshel. When they arrived it seems that slavers had come and, rather miraculously, not only overpowered the inhabitants to managed to make off with a number of the women and children who had lived there. Quite remarkable for a band of humans to be honest. Unfortunately, they were unable to catch up to the band before they had fled Kyoshel into the neighboring Elven nation. Travel outside of Kyoshel was still highly taboo, and even under these special circumstances they would be intruding on Elven territory, smug bastards who acted upset when you visited with permission.

Obviously she disobeyed orders to wait for word from the nearest outpost, much to the dismay of her Lieutenant. Honestly, even without the Qundo orcs tended to be hesitant to question an Oligarch’s child, especially the daughter of Tengboten. Well she did find the slavers, despite flaring tensions with an elven patrol who happened to come upon the bloody ruckus by insulting the “lily-livered lot of veggie munchers.” When taken back to the capital city and confronted by the Oligarchy she refused to repent for her decision, and somehow managed to snake her way into insulting the Faoryuun. So, that was that. The House of Kyuutae lost a daughter that day, and Laetya found herself a new life outside of Kyoshel like she had always wanted.

Ok, it’s obvious you want the dirt on Airedale. What happened to make her hate this place so much? Why did she almost lost faith in the goodness of Tegea? What’s with all these leading questions to hype up the drama of this mediocre writing? Well, because that last one obviously crossed your mind you won’t get all the juicy bits, or ANY of the juicy bits for that matter. She’ll probably tell someone what happened sooner or later, but I can give some hints. It all started with a brothel find and ended with an orc in a human dungeon, at the mercy of a group of Silver Knights. You can probably piece together the rest based upon other info about her.

Then eventually she found herself in Byda just a few years ago, even spending some time in the fighting pits that can be found around the desert kingdom. Wouldn’t you know it but some agent from the Queen came to speak with her one day while she was drinking in a somewhat well-to-do inn. He told her of some Serpent’s Gathering in Autumnor, had to be fucking Autumnor didn’t it? Supposedly this group was focused on stopping the Pestilence and the reward for success was too much to pass up on at the time, well the reward besides wiping out that terrible affliction.

[F L A G S]
A certain couple of Silver Knights, a pair of twins in fact, one with eyes of burning, blue flame and the other gray and lifeless.