Laara Bultungin

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Full Name: Laara Winterbones
Alias: Bultungin
Player: Kuraimano
Title: None
Birthplace: The Desert of Sorrow (Marast)
Birth Year: Unknown, but possibly in the 1140s KL
Height: 1.66m
Status: Alive
Bloodline: Half Real Volka, half Zapada Volka
Patron Divine: Fortuna
Hometown: Amaranth, in the wilderness near Locke
Alliegence: Outsider
Relations: 
Julius Winterbones (Zapada Volka, Father, Deceased)
Name Unknown (True Volka, Mother, Deceased)
==Background==
A Real Volka would do anything to maintain his or her bloodline as "clean" as possible. Laara has always had that knowledge, as a child. She would be taught not to get too close to strangers, especially if looking "different". Different was a word Laara did not understand in that context, at that time. It did not help at all that "different" was perfectly appliable to the child herself, born from what were believed to be two Real Volkas in that small village constantly hit by the rain typical of that damn, weird desert they had settled on. Of a very dark tone of skin, unusual to most of those villagers but not regarded as foreign, Laara's face had particularly strong facial features. It took some time before the villagers, probably distracted by the unusual color of her skin, to realize that those traits were typical of northern populations, such as the Zapada. This made the villagers wonder and even recall of that day full of suspicion, many years earlier, in which they allowed Julius, strong man of few words and a remarkable expert of hunting, to stay with them in the settlement, after he swore his blood was as pure as that of every other villager of that bunch of humble cottages. Suspicion rose again and rumors began to spread, rumors that had stopped years ago already, but that weren't forgotten in the minds of the very cautious xenophobes. Julius was now an important member of the village, being a very useful hunter and having started a family like many others. This did not stop the villagers from unanimously approving his exile. In fact, one could say that the fact that one of their families was stained with a blood of a different shade, that not only a stranger was among them, but that his wife gave birth to a half-blood now living on their same lands... one could say that all this was the opposite of a reasonable excuse to be forgiven. Not even the time spent in the village or the huge contribution for their survival could save Julius from the closed, almost obsessive mentality of Real Volkas, in particular from this lone group of people cut out of the world, living in a desert of constant rain for this much time. Maybe it was because of the time spent in such an hostile enviroment, maybe it truly was all because of their stubborn principles, maybe it was because of Julius' diplomatic yet daring rebuttal and refusal to leave for the good of his beloved wife and daughter, but things definitely got... insane. He got 2 of them, while escaping. She can clearly remember that, she used to admire her father's marksman talent and train with him occasionally, despite being too young for that. Even a child with such little understanding of the situation got that this was a point of no return. It didn't take long before both her mother and father died. It took two arrows.
All this served as a valuable lesson for Laara. She wasn't really worried about her mother and father's death, maybe she was too young for that. She was more interested about how people that lived together for so long could change their mind and go about ending your life. This, unlike all that stupid knowledge about bloodlines and whatnot, was a useful piece of information for Laara. That day, Laara also learned that one well-shot arrow would be enough to kill a person. This was useful to Laara, that wass when she began to hide from people. After a couple of days, she also realized that having no family is tougher than she had expected, and that hunger can really reach levels she would have never imagined. She learned she could take what she needed, from other people. They noticed her? She learned to hide better and to run faster. That wasn't enough? She learned to kill.
With scars from the past on her face, items that belonged to others in her pockets, with an even darker tone of skin due to her time spent in the arid zones of Marast, and with no interest for either the Empire, the Alliance, the bloodlines or any conflict, she pursues what she needs and nothing else. She figured that if she managed to hide in such open and bright places such as deserts, rainy or not, a city or forests such as those in the proximity of the rich and famous city of Locke should probably be a joke to exploit in comparison.
Category:Outsider Characters
Category:The Outsiders