Ferako

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Ferako is a swashbuckler amongst the Coral Fang Privateers, serving as a right hand and bodyguard to Admiral Dreadmane Vi and his respective crews under his command. A seasoned veteran of battles amongst the sea and land, she is one known for her domineering physical prowess.

Born amongst the Mok'Nathal Clan of Gorgrond, her father an ogre, her mother an orc. Her training in combat started the very moment she could pick up an axe. Such training however yielded exceptional results, becoming noticed amongst her kin for her raw, physical strength and proficiency with a shield and axe.

She served in the Second War, engaging in numerous battles under the banner of the Warsong Clan. However, upon the Horde's initial defeat and retreat back into the dark portal, she was stranded with the isolated Warsong Clan. With vigilance and determination, she rode with the venturing clan through the Eastern Kingdoms for numerous weeks, fending off the hostility of  Alliance ambushes her and the Clan endured. With one skirmish however, she was separated from the clan with a dozen orcs at her side, and they fought their way to the eastern coast, only to end up outnumbered by the Alliance regiments in pursuit. Luckily through fate or coincidence, she was aided by a band of swashbucklers. The very band was in fact the Bell's Heel Corsairs, and with a feeling of eternal debt, she honorably joined Veridiel 'Dreadmane Vi' Tel'Larien, spending decades serving him with unwavering loyalty.

"...Aye... Ferako! Ta' tablebacked doll be a dozer! Seen 'er easily take on twenty lil' salty sailors... Fel, seen 'er crush a man's skull wit' ease--- Wit' her bare hands even! It's why she be my first choice fer sword n' boardin'. It's a tough spot ta fill--- Wit' odds a survival 'gainst ya... But she suits up... An' gets it done... -Everytime-."

   -Admiral Dreadmane Vi-

Physical Appearance
Standing at an impressive eight feet, two inches, Ferako, the half-bred orc was a muscular specimen of sheer colossal stature, the physical and mental embodiment of war, conflict and battle. Beauty was not something many would find as a personal trait for the half breed, as she appeared to be a wall of hardened muscle, her skin to the touch hard like stone. Her facial structure was chiseled with androgyny--- Jaw and brow prominent, her skin lacking the gleam of traditional femininity, a wide nose to flare upon frequent snorts and snarls, her head shaved except for the single ponytail of wiry, black hair upon the back of her head. Her body form also seemed to lack in such tradition --- Relatively Amazonian, her shoulders wide, hips slimming down rather narrow for her body type and size. The only trace however was her bust, as it was of a considerable size in proportion. Her skin color did not match in tone with many orcs, but the signature of the Mok'Nathal, pinkish in hue.

Three scars lined the side of her head along the temple as if it was a past beast related injury. She sported quite a few tattoos collected upon her flesh over the years, the most noticeable was upon the other side of her head--- A bell smashing into a concaved skull. The others were not as easy to notice due to the usual obscurity of armor she normally wears, but if caught in exposure, they would find various scrawls of ink upon her forearms, chest and stomach.

Personality
She possessed the personality of a hardened brawler: Tough, strong, independent, and known to not instigate or provoke conversation easily. She usually kept to herself, generally with a level head upon her shoulders, patient and uneasy to nerve. However if one were to inflict her with emotional compromise, the very wrath would be quite alarming, and disasterous --- And without care or possessing bad luck, would end poorly for the victim.

Around animals and beasts, she is surprisingly and remarkably sincere, affectionate and playful.