Name: Mabli TeagueRace:
Barbarian 7 (Totem Warrior)Background:
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and Mabli's getting pretty sick of people saying it. Mabli's old tribe was a messy mix of different races who couldn't hack it in a warrior tribe. A bunch of fishermen and peaceful sea faring traders and Mabli had barely gotten old enough to talk before realizing that her heart wasn't going to be in it. They were getting by but gutting fish for the rest of her life seemed like a right miserable time, she talked of being heroes and taking riches instead of hoping to find them in fish bellies. The crew knew a troublemaker when they saw one and it wasn't long before the Captain was bringing out the lash to shut up the mouthy beast girl, but the first taste of leather had her pulling at the ropes tying to the mast in fury and when they broke she was in the mood to bite.
It wasn't a fight she'd win she knew that and having scarred the captain with a rather wicked gnaw to the face she wasn't going to be shown mercy either. A tribe of old men and cowardly warriors weren't able to stop the wild cat easily, but when the heat of anger started to drain from her she knew they were going to skin her for what she'd done and numbers were very much not on her side, so she took her chances with the sharks instead. It turns out she had a way with animals, in that if you punch a shark on the nose hard enough it might be too shocked to even notice you grabbing it for a ride. Wet, half drowned and a bad taste in her mouth from having bitten both a rather sour captain and an incredibly pissed off shark, by the time Mabli got to shore she'd pretty much had it with sailing.
It didn't stick, with no tribe no one in the land trusted her and so she was left to make a living signing up for the bloody stupid sea trip enterprises that usually ended up with everyone dead of hunger, thirst, pirates or if you're particularly lucky a horrible monster instead. She got pretty good at surviving all of those things and gotten a reputation as someone who'd either see your trip through hell, or arrive back at shore alone with a boat washed with blood and the manic smile of someone who had a boat to sell now and it was going awfully cheap.
Mabli's still up for hire from anyone with a scheme mad enough that they'd consider paying her, or at least spin a good enough story about a fantastic reward at the end. She's not in it for the money, she's in it for the biting.