<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7d/c1/6a/7dc16a76b44fed2cd47941ae044a8b91.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Ushat "Ushie" the Insignificant<br/><br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Orc Gladiator<br/><br/><strong>Sex/Gender: </strong>Female<br/><br/><strong>Brief Description: </strong>Ushie is, quite possibly, the world's smallest orc.  She stands a mere 5'7" and weighs somewhere around a hundred and fifteen pounds, soaking wet.  Her dark green hair is roughly shorn short and falls across her brow into her yellow-orange eyes, partially obscuring a face far too cute to be accepted by orc society.  Her slender frame is clad in hand-sewn leather garments over chain mail armor, which leaves quite a bit of vibrant green skin exposed and allows for the appreciation of lean musculature and simple tribal tattoos.  Despite her race, and her natural inclination toward battle, she has a sunny disposition and can be something of an annoyance if one doesn't enjoy constant chatter and invasive questions.  She doesn't focus well, though, so it's easy enough to distract her with a new topic, some errand or a pretty bit of nature passing by, should one find themselves tired of her company.  She's a clever girl, but wisdom is in short supply, and she often finds herself getting into situations without considering the consequences, or before she fully understands what is expected of her.<br/><br/><strong>Background</strong>:  Ushie was born to a family of eleven in a clan of orcs that numbered well into the hundreds.  She was the smallest child ever born into the clan, but her parents fully expected she would grow to be as big and strong as her five older sisters and six older brothers.  Unfortunately, that was not what happened.  Instead, their child remained small, slender and adorable, her tusks never growing over three inches long and her body never acquiring the expected musculature of your average orc.  She also had a personality unsuited to the rough and violent orcish lifestyle, which meant that she would get distracted from learning how to skin a rabbit by some pretty flowers, or slip away from camp to climbs trees and stare at the clouds when she was meant to be training with her siblings.<br/><br/>When she was thirteen, a caravan of slavers stopped by their camp to break bread and pick up a fresh batch of slaves that the orcs had taken prisoner in their most recent raid on their enemies.  Ushie's father saw an opportunity to rid himself of the embarrassment that was swiftly making him the laughingstock of the entire camp, plus finally get a little recompense.  So, when the slavers moved on, they had an extra, green body loaded into the cages on their slave wagon.  Ushie watched in devastation as the only life she knew, the family she tried so hard to love, and her few friends grew more and more distant as the caravan carried her off to life as a slave.<br/><br/>We'll skip over the less savory details of the life of a slave girl and skip straight to her first fight in the arena.  At fifteen, she found herself dressed in scant leather hides, painted up with crude tribal designs and armed with a primitive spear before being thrust out into a small, pathetic arena populated by a screaming mob of filthy villagers to face off against a half-starved, mangy worg with one eye.  Even a sick worg is a dangerous beast, however, and after twenty minutes Ushie was bleeding and winded, but the worg was down and pinned to the ground by the spear thrust through it's back.  She watched in horror and no small amount of relief and triumph as its blood stained the ground around her bare feet and the life left its one good eye.<br/><br/>From that fight on, Ushie proved herself in fight after fight, each arena more grand than the last and her fame as a gladiator growing with each unexpected victory.  She did not fight like an orc.  Her strategic mind and lithe form made for a dazzling display in the arena, allowing her to dance around her opponent and even draw out the fight in order to give the people what they demanded.  While she never forgot she was a slave, she reveled in the applause, soaked up the praise for her skills in battle, and often found herself thinking back to her father and hoping he had heard tales of the tiny orc girl who fought so well.  A small, hateful part of her hoped he regretted selling her, instead of accepting her and letting her discover herself amidst family.<br/><br/>At around eighteen, she was rediscovered by an old friend, River, who was horrified by the barred barracks where Ushie's owner kept his gladiators.  The pixie had an easy time of enacting a prison break and freed her friend, along with a rather dangerous beast that Ushie was scheduled to fight the next day.  In the chaos, the two were able to make their escape and flee the city, for ADVENTURE!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Usheet1.png)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Usheet2.png)</div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Bonds</span></strong><br/>_________________________<br/><br/><strong>River</strong>freed me from the arena.<br/><br/><strong>Rose</strong>would be dead if it weren't for me.<br/><br/>I made<strong>Sirena</strong>a lot of money with my victories.<br/><br/>I'd be dead if it weren't for<strong>Gwyndolin</strong>.<br/>