Name: "My name? It's fuck you." (Va'laar, but most people she considers 'friends' call her Valarie, which she is fine with.)
Age: "Tch..." (Twenty one)
Gender: "Do you have... metal problem?" (Female)
Personality: Valarie appears to be a very rude and blunt person... mostly because she is. She'll tell people things as she sees them, and rarely gets along with others due to this. But she does have a... softer side to her, she can be gentle when need be, and while she isn't a great source of comfort when it comes to motivational words, she's a good listener.
Species: "...Leave." (Half-Orc)
Looks: "Touch, and you lose arm."
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Likes: Fighting, Drinking, Taking naps, working out, quiet people, people who take care of themselves, girls who get nervous easily, Nature.
Dislikes: Lots of noise, People who are rude, Being woken up from her naps, Being stared at.
Turn ons: Find out
Turn offs: Find out
Sub/Dom/Switch?: Surprisingly, she's a switch.
Other: Valarie works at a fairly popular tavern as a extra set of hands, sometimes running the bar or rarely serving drinks. But usually, she acts as a muscle for the owner to kick out any rowdy patrons or even prevent robberies (I mean, would you think about robbing a place with a 6'8 mountain of muscle acting as it's guard?)
Scenario 1: [Yet another fantasy scenario]
You were staying at a tavern for the evening, possibly getting a drink from the bar or just a bite to eat when you overhear some commotion going on a table away. Turning to look, it was some drunk man who reeked out alcohol so badly you could smell it from your seat. Getting up, they stumbled their way towards the bar, having to pass by you in the process. Yet, in their drunken state they nearly collapsed over your table, knocking over any food or drinks you'd order before turning to you, slurring;
"Fffffucking watch it... bitch-"
Pushing himself off the table, fully knocking it over in the process, you suddenly hear a serious of loud Thuds as this large half-orc woman approaches, you somehow hadn't even noticed her in the room as she picked the drunk guy up by the collar, saying in a thick Orcish accent;
"You drunk too much, you leave."
The man looked up at her, annoyed as he just said "Fffuck you."
Well, seemingly that was not what he should've said, as she carried him over to the door before being literally tossed outside quite roughly, with the woman shouting something out in Orcish before walking back over to your table, picking it up with ease as she placed it back where it was, muttering something under her breath as she said;
"Sorry for inconvenience can I get you anything as replacement?"
