Appearance

Physical Description

Alva is an extremely fit half-orc who has a multitude of scars all over her body. She has a red barrier marbled with transparent white. She has a full set sharpened ursine teeth that show when she speaks, smiles, or snarls.

Mentality

Personal history

Alva lived in a community of orcs in the The Tascha Nation somewhere in the mountainous edge of the Cinnabar Heartlands. As a half-orc, she and her siblings were disrespected for their weakness, but were kept a part of the clan for their expendable labor. She had never given much express thought to the gods, but she was approached by Yam, god of Chaos in The Reverie the night before her imminent execution in an attempt to bend her to their chaotic will. In defiance, she proved her worth to Uma, god of Order and the rest of the pantheon, who blessed her as a Kaveh. Using her survival experience and newfound power, she escaped from the encampment into the dangerous Cinnabar Heartlands in the dead of night. She knew that doing so would lead to the punishment of her brethren, but recognized that it was the only chance that she had of coming back to save them once she was stronger. 
 
Her time travelling the Cinnabar Heartlands hardened her resolve and understanding of nature. Here, she was able to shape the rage and anger that had been dwelling inside of her into something more than a simple expression of emotion and madness like Yam so desperately wanted. Instead, she began to focus her rage into a steely intent that kept her alize until she reached the city of Yusal, but not before gaining her fair share of scars from dangerous beasts and close calls.
 
In Yusal, she began to search for work that might suit a newly blessed Kaveh. She quickly acquainted herself with three other adventurers as they took jobs killing beasts and nuisances in and around the city. Here, she was able to forge friendships with her party that she thought would last forever; she thought that she found a group that could help her save her siblings. 
 
The group moved east, into the Rustlands, hoping to find more work as they got closer to Egir. They spent a number of months in Ulsha attempting to scrounge together contracts, but were generally unsuccessful. A branch of the Guild of the Electrum Crown had recently opened in the sequestered village, and with it came a force of well-trained guards that supplemented the meager town defences. The town found little reason to hire a ragtag group when the organization was supplying them with as much armor as they could need. Demoralized, the group hedged their bets and quickly began their trek south towards Egir, but would run into resistance at the edge of the Rustlands.
 
A roving gang of gnolls stalked and ambushed the party just after leaving the dry planes of the Rustlands. Taken entirely by surprise, the groups defences crumpled under their canine furiosity, and they were taken as prisoners for their encampment. Alva would watch as the weakest of her group, a fiery dwarven sorcerer, was killed first, made into a meager meal for the Gnolls. The remainder of the group was given the scraps of their comrade as the Gnolls cackled late into the night, watching their pained expressions as they fought against the gnawing hunger in their guts and wracking pain in their hearts. 
 
Alva knew that only she would stand a chance if the group attempted an escape. She knew she would have to leave these Kaveh if she had ever hoped to save her family in the Heartlands. She could hear Yam's maddening laughter ringing in her ears as she slept, a reminder that her resistance to the god of Chaos would not be so easily forgotten. When the Gnolls finally attempted to gather one of the weakened and exhausted Kaveh for dinner, Alva would make her escape, flying out of their shared cage in a desperate rage. She sprinted into the darkness, looking over her shoulder once to see countless arrows racing after here. But the piercing of the Gnoll's arrows in her back would not ever hurt more than the horrified expression of betrayal on her comrades' faces. She would take those dejected eyes with her into the dark, running until her legs would take her no longer.
 
Alva would make her way to Egir alone, her skill with foraging making the physical act of travel an easy task. But the mental weight of the second betrayal to those she might call family weighed heavily on her broad shoulders. Egir represented a hope that had been murdered and eaten on the edge of the rustlands, a hope that she would no longer carry. The city would show the half-orc no love, so she traveled east, into The Wyldan Province, where she would eventually enter Raven Oaks. Not but one day after she arrived, she would start a brawl in a tavern with a large human asking for trouble. He would make it clear that the city did not respect Alva's appearance and pushed her into retaliation. The guard captain, after getting decked by the angry orc, would throw her into jail, leaving her until the fateful meeting with a certain halfling.

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Woman (she/her)

Personality

Social