Name: Arau Ark'urourlakuo'aou.
Age: Seventeen.
Race: Half-gnoll.
Class: Bandit (thief/warrior).
Religion: Yeenoghu.
Appearance: Pending.
Background History: For whatever reasons, her mother was separated from her pack. Wandering empty lands, unable to latch on to a knew group for company, the depression of loneliness drove the gnoll to malicious acts of wanton destruction. A small farming village in the middle of nowhere was just an opportunity for pointless mayhem, and gnoll rained down repeated hit-and-run raids on the village. The raping of a young man was simply yet another act of taking advantage of an opportunity to do damage. Eventually driven from the village when the humans overcame their shock and fear and banded together, the gnoll was driven to the wastes, unaware of her pregnancy. When the child eventually did arrive, the gnoll was too far gone, and had no want of the child. She left the half-breed to die, and if not for sheer freak chance, she surely would have.
A pack of gnolls in the area came across the child, originally intending to eat it. Despite her tainted blood, the child proved to develop quickly, and had inherited some of her mother's destructive nature, fighting and attacking those that came near. The gnoll pack decided instead to assimilate the half-breed into the group, and gave her the name Arau. She grew quickly, reaching full maturity at a slightly belated age twelve, and early on showed a hunger for power and material wealth. She took some of the younger, more impressionable gnolls in the tribe and struck out to form her own pack. They follow their nomadic roots, though Arau bullied her pack into following a code of banditry rather than merely scavenging what they needed. Over time, the group has become less a gnoll pack and more a traditional bandit group. Forcing those she deems "worthy" to join her motley pack, Arau is building a formidable bandit crew.
Items: Pending.
Weaponry: A jagged black shortsword pilfered from a treasury box that was waylaid by her pack, in her ignorant, untrained hands it has unrealised potential. It whispers to her in her sleep, and overcomes her mind in battle, wielding her as a tool to fulfil its blood lust. The sword likely has much power, but in her hands, it will never reach its full potential.
Skills or Powers: Self-trained in the sword, adapted to fighting with primitive skills, it cannot be said that she makes a formidable opponent. It is a wonder she could be considered such a scourge over the lands. However, when absorbed in battle, it is as if she is overcome by a demon, and her simple mind is controlled by a darker, more cunning force.
Weakness: While she shows signs of holding more intelligence than her full-blood gnoll kin, she is still a simple-minded creature. Even in battle, overtaken by blood lust, there is a basic, animalistic style to her movements that does not hint at any organised intelligence. She's all raw strength with no direction.
