Kamala Vetinari

Kamala Vetinari is a half-orc woman who takes great pride in her physical strength and prowess. She’s got grayish-olive skin and black hair, and brown eyes. She is currently wearing black and red traveling clothers, or chain mail armor.

### Childhood

As a child she he was a bit wild, preferring to chase the servant children around with mud than read. As she grew she preferred fencing, horseback riding, archery, anything outdoors was better than to be stuck in reading. She shared that trait with Heath and they tended to run off and wrestle or exercise together, despite what their tutor or the steward tried. She would take pieces of armor from the armory and try them on while practicing footwork and stance, when no one was around. Though she was far more apt to work on her biceps than her poetry she did take a few lessons from her youth to heart about being polite and kind, and generous, about how she should seek to help the less fortunate.

She was enamored with her mother's work as an opera singer and, though she did prefer outdoors activity, she would always stop to listen to the stories or practicing of her mother. She was dejected when he mother and father decided that they were going to separate. She was very sad about her mother moving out, and really threw herself into being a moody teen about it, which mostly consisted of badly written notes and prose about the subject, since she wasn’t about to be rude to Julian. All in all after a year she wasn’t sad at all.

After her two older sisters married she really started looking into a marriage herself. There were plenty of birds in the sky, but the Viscount Vetinari seemed polite, and respectful. And there was sadness to him. Kamala, even when teen angsting, found herself with a general optimistic outlook. He was drab, sure, but seemed inoffensive, and perhaps he’d be happier with a happy wife.

### After Marriage

She was wrong, in fact her happy manner and the time she spent out of doors and on sport made him less happy. His foul mood festered and grew darker as the days went on. True, she could have picked him up and turned him into a pretzel, but you don’t do that to someone you’re married to. If she’d thought about his actions more, which is also not what you do when you’re married, she might have.

She ended up with most of the clothes she’s come with dyed gray, black, and brown, with anything fun or unique stripped off. Fulbright would constantly check  up on her, and routinely destroyed her room to look for some imagined lover. His behavior with everyone else also took a turn, and as much as Kamala would have liked to stay there and pay for the hair and teeth he had taken he started talking about her hair, very specifically, her tusks. So she took her horse back to her family home and that was that. After two weeks, with no visit from the Viscount the family relaxed.

When most everyone went out hunting then he appeared to take her back to their home, ranting and raving and upsetting Julian and the staff that were in. He and the men he’d brought knocked things and people around. Kamala did agree to leave with him, with her she took a bag of clothes. Now she still could have folded him up like a pretzel, but when they came to a stop, at some tiny inn, she tried one last time to reason with him.

Not only would he not be reasoned with, he started up about how she must have a lover again, and made to take her hair from her. She pushed him away, ran out the door, and blocked it. Then she got the hell out of there.

The bag she’s taken had everything she thought one could need to escape into the woods. She made the choice as she ran to not return home. He’d already appeared once and she was well and truly done with him. So she picked the first fork in the road to follow away.