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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><div style="text-align: center">Name: Corra D'alarr<br/>
Age: early 30s<br/>
Bio: Corra's originally from the Northern tribes, where they specialize on archery and bows especially. She also has a pair of daggers for melee combat, but she will always go for a bow first. She was respected in her tribe, until a new lead came up to be the head of the tribe, a childhood 'friend' who, likewise to her, had developed a certain despise at each other. She didn't like the way the tribe was going with his lead, so she left. Some saw her as a traitor of the traditions, but some thought she was actually a very strong individual for standing up to a lead like that. So she took her bow and daggers, other essentials and her loyal saberwolf mount and companion, whom she had simply named Tusk, and left the tribe to find her own way in the world where she knew her origin alone would bring respect to her archery at the very least.
	

	
	
		
		



		
		
	


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</div><div style="text-align: center">​</div><br/><br/>The tall orc woman arrived outside of the Waystation with her wolf. She had some bounties to pick up for she had cashed in her previous ones she had dealt with so far, for she wanted to get some more work, thus payments. She hopped down from the wolf's back, giving a rather gentle caress to its muzzle.<br/>"Wait here, Tusk. You know what to do if someone gets to touchy. Stay near the entrance. I won't be long." She told it in a low voice, for it was only for her companion's ears. The wolf watched her with its dark rather cruel looking eyes and sat down to wait as commanded. Brief smile came to her face as she patted its side and then opened her large backpack, pulling out a smaller more sealed bag where she had stored some meat. She pulled out a large chunk from one of the bounty creatures she had cut off and gave it to the wolf, plenty of meat and a thick bone in the middle would give him plenty to chew on.<br/>"There you go, enjoy your reward. " She chuckled some as the wolf dug into the feast given to it.<br/><br/>Corra herself straightened up then and got the bag over her shoulder as she walked in. She had her usual armor on, rather traditional orc gear really. She had also her pretty enormous bow hanging from her back, she didn't leave anywhere without it. She glanced at the fight and made a scoff as she went past the crowd, what stupidity really, fighting each other when there were bigger foes to take on? Waste of time and energy. She walked over to the bar by the short half blood. She ordered something strong and sat by him. Her tribe had always been pretty secluded from other orc tribes, and mostly everyone, so she hadn't developed any sort of hatred for others than well, those who wanted their lands. She glanced a the male beside her and saw him glare over to the black organization mercenaries. She lifted a single brow briefly.<br/>"If you're going to fight, you can move over to where those little ones are fighting." She motioned behind them at the fighting crowd and grabbed the drink when it was given to her and she had given the few silver coins from her purse which she had hanging by her left breast. Why there? Because she would surely know when someone tried to steal some from her.<br/>"Or is there some other reason why you look at each other like filth." She asked bluntly then after a sip of her drink. She leaned her elbows to the counter as she waited for someone to answer.