Zeta

Zeta, more commonly known as Spider, currently maintains the air of a troll gone rogue. An assumed defector of her Tribe, she is commonly found wandering the lands, searching for something. Accepted within cities of the Horde as "just another troll", she has not actually pledged any sort of allegiance to anyone but herself. An oversight on behalf of  city guards who have grown lazy, categorizing all trolls as the same.

Appearance
As with all trolls of the forest variety, this young troll is covered from head to toe with a vivacious green moss interrupted by a myriad of intricate raised scars. These scars hold no memory of battle nor the harsh bite of a predator, instead they have been placed meticulously and deliberately by a steady hand. Jagged swirls, and whorls mixed with delicate strokes create an impressive picture carved into flesh rather than inked into it. If one were able to take the time to study this ritual scarring they might notice the many nods to The Venom Queen. Were one to look upon her back, there would be no mistaking the image of the Spider made up of many smaller lines.

Upon her face rests a Spidersilk veil, covering everything below the tip of her nose. On occasion, when the head is tilted in just the right manner, a glimpse of intense black can be seen. She is never without her veil and what mysteries lie beneath remain hers.

Being young, she has not yet reached her full potential in height or girth and for now remains slight, though sturdy with a short crop of white spikes down the center of her skull. Yellow eyes hold all hints to the expressions which may be displayed beneath her veil while sharp black claws, usually stained with blood, hint at a rather violent nature.

In general, Zeta prefers to wear items crafted of spidersilk, keeping her close to the Loa of her devotion. A varriant of white robes with virulent green or blue depictions of spiders upon them make up the majority of her wardrobe.

Early Life
What is rarely ever spoken of is this trolls beginings. Certainly when asked she will relate a tale of living in the Hinterlands, tending to the temples under Vilebranch tuteledge; what is privledged knowledge, even to the woman herself is that she was born to a brood mother within the Witherbark Tribe, the group of trolls who had previously inhabited certain areas within the Hinterlands.

An Unusual Tuskling
Born in Shadra'alor, it was seen from the very beginning that the child had an affinity for the Spider Loa. Where others may falter in the presence of the eight legged arachnid, Zeta found herself entranced. This alone set her apart fom the other children, but it was simply the begining.

Naturally, all trolls have a feral side, it is part of their very nature, Zeta however also seemed to possess a heightened sensitivity to blood which triggered a much more violent nature than is common. As a suckling infant, feeding time would often result in a bloodied wetnurse and lips stained red. It wasn't long before those charged with caring for the tribes young thought twice before tending to Zeta's hunger pangs.

An unfortunate situation for the infant child for as her siblings grew in height and girth, she remained scrawny and slight. The runt of the litter. Such events were of little concern to the growing beastie as she kept mostly to herself, keeping her spiders as her closest company. As a tuskling the other children learned quickly it was best not to pick fights with her as they always resulted in Zeta drawing (first) blood, even if the scuffle was never intended to end in fisticuffs. On those occasions a brawl errupted in earnest, it was never long before her opponents found themselves with several venomous spider bites. Despite her appearance as the "runt of the litter", the girl innately knew how to make her mark (quite literally).

To say this trolless was different would be putting things mildly.

Devoted One, You Shall be Mine
In true form with the Goddess she represents, Zeta embodies both life and death. In choosing the path of a healer, the girl brings herself into a very unique position. Her insatiable desire for blood draws her to the wounded, taking a very hands on approach, reveling in the chance to dig her claws into torn flesh and muscle in hopes of discovering just how the insides work. Others of her tribe quickly learned that if they were to chose Zeta as their healer that the Little Spider would sink her fangs in for her own purposes before getting the job done.

The Hinterlands had always come with a low life expectancy, what with so many different groups vying for the land. The Revantusk Tribe barely held any threat as they stayed mostly to the coast, but the dwarves to the west and the Vilebranch to the east posed a great problem to the struggling Witherbark. This viciousness displayed by the young trolless did not go unnoticed and ultimately became a stepping stone in the erradication of the Witherbark in the Hinterlands for good.

When the Vile Pirestess Hex learned of the girls "curious nature" she sent her Headhunters to raid the temples and exterminate the remaining Witherbark trolls who laid claim to the land, instructing them to return with only the strongest alive, Zeta among them. The Cataclysm proved an opportune time for the Vilebranch to strike. Hexx's Headhunters all but wiped out the Witherbark of Shadra Alor. Few were spared and even those souls were not kept for long, ultimately sent to the Altar's in the mountains as sacrifices to Hakkar.

Mercy was taken upon the young girl, only just growing into her tusks, her "young innocence" and "lust for life" (read: easily impressionable and desire for blood) cited as reasons for her pardon. From that point on, she was reborn as a Vile Sadist of the Vilebranch Tribe.

With careful training to control her overwhelming desires which now bordered on OCD, Vile Priestess Hexx managed to mold Zeta into a devout member of the Vilebranch, erasing all memory of her former roots.

Venom Queen I Heed Your Call
Zeta, while under strict orders from Vile Priestess Hexx, still finds her one true master to be none other than the Heart Weaver herself. Shadra. Despite any other task she is put to, it will always be Shadra's best interest tugging at the back of her thoughts, even if she doesn't quite realize it.

Elortha no Shadra
Goddess of Spiders, Mother of Venom, Silk D ancer, Death's Love.

The Venom Queen and the Heart Weaver.

Dually worshipped as the patron of creation and order, as well as a bringer of death and misery.

Those seeking this formidable Loa find her temples inhabited by Vilebranch Zealots.



You will find none more devoted to The Silk Dancer than those who protect these temple grounds, tending to the temples, paying tribute and caring for the countless Children of Shadra who freely roam the area. To be bitten by one of the Venom Queens Brood is to know true suffering.

Mother of Venom, Give Me Your Milk
It is well known among the Tribes how the Witherbark would coat their weapons in spider venom, but only those who stray too close come to realize the Vilebranch have taken up this practice in their wake. Zeta, having always prefered the company of spiders over her kin, spent many of her early days among the Venom Milkers, learning the proper ways to extract venom without hurting Shadra's Children and without falling victim herself.

Though she knew proper procedure and handling of the precious liquid, when impulse struck, she was wont to obey. It started as a simple thing really.. dipping a claw or two into the collection container when noone was looking. Testing the effects of a claw swipe on small critters before using a coated claw against those of the Tribe who taunted her.

Delighted in these results, she moved on to more dangerous application, coating her moss covered skin in the stuff. A prickling tingle crept across her skin as the venom finally absorbed into it, and before long she fell prey to adverse effects. This, however did not keep her from administering the Venom is such a way, slowly building up her resistances to it until finally she dared ingest a drop. The resulting waves of firey euphoria, mucle locking pain and mild addling visions provided new horizon for personal application. The begining of her sadistic enjoyment of pain.

These practices are still followed today, though after years of application she has dveloped a resistance.

Personality
Given her upbringing and general "fend for yourself" attitude, Zeta has only one thing on her mind. "What's in it for ME?" This egocentricity leads to snap decisions based on immediate gratification with thought of consequence coming at a later point in time, or perhaps not at all. She hasn't quite experienced anything to have molded her into a well rounded individual and so consideration for others is not a high priority for her.

Being so visceral and acting upon whim does tend to make for awkward company. It is not often one will find her openly affectionate in a traditional sense of comraderie and friendship as these things are foreign to her.

Compulsions
It is hard not to note the constant fidgeting or pacing of this trolless. It is a rare case for her to remain still for long. Also it should be noted that when caught by the scent of blood this compulsion to move increases, her focus becoming superfocused on the source of this life fluid.

For the Horde?
"Eh, look, there goes another dirty Troll. They all look the same to me, man. Wish they'd just stick to their spot in the city. We were nice enough to let em have it after all, didn't even hafta..."

Thank goodness for an overwhelming apathy towards trolls among those guarding Horde walls. Trolls don't really make a difference anyway, right?

Zeta's successful presence among Horde cities hinges souly on the lack of interest in trollish population. If asked she'll nod dumbly and agree she is just another mindless supporter, however she is anything but. Her goal among these people is to find suitable paragons of strength, power and influence and report back to Vile Priestess Hexx. Luring such a being back to her Tribal lands for sacrifice would be the icing on her cake, though she tends to get more caught up in her own personal desires than the task set before her.