-- Bebe

Bebe Valasar
General of the Hillsbrad Coalition | Battle Healer | Tactician

Motto: I’m going to need a drink for this.

Description:
While not overly tall, Bebe fits the definition of “intimidating” to a T. Decked from shoulder to toe in heavy plate armor, chain mail, and cured leather, they may as well be a walking fortress. A heavy shield is always slung over their back, with a matching greataxe hung beside it. A battered tabbard - showcasing a black and gold a sword and shield - is draped over their front and shows a lot of careful repairs with needle and thread, should one commit to closer inspection.

In pouches on their belt, stores of herbs, potions, food, and alcohol can be found. The same contents are also stowed in a small backpack they keep hidden under their shield and cloak, while a dedicated whiskey flask hangs from their belt.

Their armor itself gleams softly in almost any light. The polished metal is obviously new - it’s design itself is utilitarian, almost old-fashioned - and has nary a scrape on it. Dark silvers make up the bulk of the armor’s surface, the spare gold gilding here and there glinting from certain angles. Under the metal, heavy leathers and thick fire-proof cloth cover what little vitals the silver can’t.

A thick leather eye patch covers the remains of a mutilated eye - the scars from its removal run from the left of their head down across their eye socket, thick lips, and down-curved nose, to their scruffy chin. The scarring is a sickly peach against their tanned olive skin and cuts a path through their cropped red hair and remnants of their left eyebrow.

Often, one can find a waist-high black worg trailing along at Bebe’s side. Her thick fur is well cared for and a leather collar with a heart-shaped tag hangs around her neck - the name Amelise carved into the metal. The worg herself seems a bit small, as worgs go, but she’s certainly larger than a simple pet dog.

History:
Born into - and disowned by - a noble house, Bebe went into service of the Light at a young age. They ran from Quel'Thalas shortly after the Scourge invasion, instead heading off to pick up work as a mercenary and warmonger in Warsong. Though they’ve changed much, if one squinted, turned their head just enough, and found out their birth name, they could possibly recognize Bebe from their younger years.

There are rumors that, in their time as a mercenary, Bebe married an Orc. Rumor also states that said Orc is long dead. Bebe has never confirmed or denied either way.

In the last two decades, Bebe left warmongering behind, instead becoming in-touch with the Light once more and coping with their PTSD and other traumas. As well as coming to terms with their gender and founding a small trading-focused mercenary company - The Hillsbrad Coalition.

Though the Coalition has dwindled in ranks - many of its members finally settling down or succumbing to death at the hands of the wars on Draenor - Bebe still wears the tabbard with pride and has abstained from joining a new company, for the time being.

Bebe is the proud parent of a (very large) mutt named Amelise, a (also very large) red python named Lager, and anyone they can pull into their makeshift family. Including, but not limited to: a very enthusiastic troll druid, named Arkaeni, the four-some of Kevoth, Annelyin, Syfier, and Lucarion, and a young mage named Hynlear.

Bebe also has a history with the esteemed Argeant Crusade Comander Jeziel Lightsworn - who is still a dear friend, though rumor says they were once inseparable.