Remilla_Firemane

Age: 157
Alignment: Chaotic good
Height: 6' even
Bust size: A+
Hips: ...Pretty damn wide. (Not hyper)

Shining bright like a RainbowInTheDarK
Personality: Tough as nails, Remillia won't take shit from anyone, and gives as good as she gets, both in wits and in battle. She's got a fiery personality to match her fiery red hair.

Bio: Remillia spent most of her life as pampered nobility, sleeping between silk sheets, eating the finest food, living without a care in the world. Everything she needed, her older brother Lerek provided.

Remillia and her brother were the last remaining members of an old noble family. Their parents had both died in the Scourge, and the adult Lerek was left to raise and care for his young sister on his own.

However, Lerek was known for his very anti-Ork opinions, and by the time Remillia was of age he'd already spoken out against their leadership of the Horde several times. Unsurprisingly, this made him quite a few enemies. some of whom hatched a plot to kill the man and frame his sister, who was well known as a spoiled, ungrateful brat. Said plan went off as well as could be, and the barely of age Remillia was set to be executed. The pampered noble found a spark of determination, and broke free from her cell the night before execution, killing three guards and fleeing into the wilderness.

Remillia nearly starved and froze to death in the first two weeks, unable to kill any game or even start a simple fire. However, her will to live carried her through, and the pampered nobility found herself killing and eating deer raw for many days before she eventually came to the idea of using her magic to start a fire. (To her credit, the girl had rarely used her magic throughout her life.) Mana wyrms in the woods served her thirst for mana, and within a few years the woman wasn't just surviving, she was thriving, striking out at merchant caravans. The Firemane became a name whispered fearfully among merchants passing through the region, and a name whispered fervently by all manner of criminals and highwayman. She was a legend, a fire-haired wild woman who left few witnesses to her crimes. Soon, men and women of nefarious means began migrating to her, and within 8 years of her escape from Silvermoon city, the former spoiled noble was a hardened survivor at the head of the most feared band of bandits on Azeroth. Many adventurers came to claim the bounty on her head, and she slew or humiliated them all.

Then came the Draenei woman.

Like a force of nature, the raging paladin tore through her men like a hammer from the gods themselves. Those not dead were torn and broken. It was as the sun rose like a liquid ball of magma that the legendary rogue Firemane crossed blades with the embodiment of righteous fury, Lelia_Varkarl. Their battle raged for hours, the paladin taking the bandit chieftain's left eye, and the bandit leaving the paladin limping for nearly a year. In the end, the two ferocious warrior women could not best each other, both left to exhausted to swing a blade or cast a spell. And so they came to a truce. If Lelia left Remillia alone, Remillia would hit only Horde caravans and provide a quarter of the supplies to the Alliance.

Relationships:
Lelia_Varkarl: Only the hottest of hate sex. Neither woman is sure if they hate the other's guts or admire the other for their skill on the battlefield.

NOTE: I really do apologize if any of the in-character notations in the Preferences section offend you. To say Remillia's a bit abrasive is like saying the ocean is a bit wet.